My kitchen flood experience reminds me of a tent revival meeting my father held when I was about six. My father’s sermon included a Bible passage about an archangel — a heavenly being who would someday come to earth to deliver good news. I thought my father said Ark Angel and, putting the pieces together, I figured this archangel was also responsible for saving everyone aboard Noah’s ark from the terrible flood.
In a sense, you’re my Ark Angels — your kind comments have definitely bouyed my spirits. For the foreseeable future, we’re sharing our home with noisy demolition crews; considering our options for replacements and/or restoration; and dining out or eating off of paper plates. So far, we’re keeping our heads above water…your thoughts and prayers have definitely helped. Soon enough, a bright rainbow sky will replace the dark clouds overhead; when that happens, I’ll be back to share the good news!
Image credit: The Peaceable Table