Some days we see God more clearly than other days. It's our own fault, you know.  He's always there.  Sometimes (all too often actually) our eyes of faith grow dim and He fades from view.  But today was one of those days when we saw His hand of mercy at every turn.  

Remember me telling you yesterday about all we were going to do today before noon?  All those cockroaches and other critters who were going to be fully eliminated from Shiloh?  And the doors and windows would be thrown open?  Ten fans would be set to pulling bad fumes out and sucking fresh air in?  Wonderful plans.  

Small problem.  We forgot to program in one of our frequent power outages.  And we didn't count on getting a late start due to the unforeseen.  Nor did we consider that the electricity would be off for a few hours, come back on again for a couple, and then go off 'till the end of our work day.

Late morning I simply gave up trying to make things turn out well inside the house, and escaped outdoors.  It had been a very long time since I did any weeding and pruning.  Relaxing work.  Enjoyable work.  Get-your-mind-off-the-problems-of-life work.  Therapeutic work.  And just two hours of effort can produce such lovely results.

When I was finally able to face the chaos and confusion that was Shiloh, something amazing had happened.  Without my organizational skills, direction, or input, things were falling into place.  The Spray King's work was coming to an end.  Numerous rooms had already been put back in order.  Electricity was temporarily back on and rooms were quickly airing out.  Amazing!  

As I took my calmer self from room to room, slowly and carefully inspecting everything, tweaking this, adjusting that, I couldn't help but stand in awe of the Almighty. Long before our guests arrived, Shiloh was sparkling. Once again the God of the Impossible had done the impossible.