I always look forward to those fun summer times when I am blessed to have a grandchild or two spend a week with me. I try to stock up on ice cream, frozen pizzas, and apples to eat at our community pool.
One year stands out, though, as especially memorable. The Sunday afternoon, just before my two preteen grandchildren and their one year old sister arrived, my lights went out. No power, meaning no lights, air conditioning, refrigeration or television. After checking my fuse box several times, I called Florida Power and Light. They assured me it was not their problem. . . it had to be mine. But no one could identify what was my problem and our fun time was here. Deciding to make the best of it, we went to the pool. We ate up all the ice cream that evening. The next day we again went to the pool, with apples, chips and water. We enjoyed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and crackers. Several times that day I also called FPL but they continued to insist it was not their problem,
Vacation Bible School began at five that Monday evening. I was a member of a very new congregation, and our church council had decided to offer a free cookout each evening, inviting families in the neighborhood to attend and meet our members. It worked great for us as it solved our ‘no power to cook’ problem. The food was great and all seemed to have a nice time.
The theme for their first ever week long evening Vacation Bible School was “Wonder Working Power.” That touched home to us, for sure. (Of course, we all sang the song, ‘Power in the Name of Jesus’, which included the words “Wonder Working Power” enthusiastically, but it meant even more to us that week.) So every afternoon that week, we showered up with cool water after a fun day at the pool and enjoyed a cookout at Church before an exciting Vacation Bible School class.
Friday evening, my son and daughter-in-law came to watch the final program, and took my grandchildren home. As I drove home alone, a feeling of relief overcame my loneliness, now that the grand kids were back home. The week had gone very well. But it was now time to face reality. Something had to be done about my electric power.
As I pulled into my subdivision, our security guard said, “There are three FPL trucks behind your house. Evidently several of their lines broke into the wooded common grounds there.” Finally, they realized it was their problem, not mine! By the time I walked into my house, lights were back on, refrigerator chilling and ceiling fans cooling..
Although the children and I had a wonderful week together, it would have been nice to have our air conditioning working. As I let the air out of the air mattresses we had used to sleep outside on the screened porch (to get a few cool breezes), I found myself singing. “There is power, power, wonder working power, in the precious blood of the Lord.” (The kids and I had sang that catchy, peppy song all week and it was stuck in my mind.)
By now, I was really tired but very grateful the week had been fun and no one got hurt. As I climbed into bed, I thanked God for providing His mighty power in the midst of our outage.