does God have a sense of humor?

You tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor.  Erin and Audrey dutifully set their alarms and checked again to make sure the time was set right, hollering back and forth to one another... "what time does yours say... NOW."  "O.K.  What time does yours say... NOW."

They made sure that they were turned on.  Then double checked before turning out the lights.  Here's where God steps in.  Remember that I live snuggled into my little valley where the weather is mild and relatively predictable.  No earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes.  Rarely even a power outage.  Ahem.  

Once a year, maybe once every two years even, during a rare and crazy summer thunder storm we may be victims.  But rarely, I say, do we lose power.  

When I moseyed into the kitchen to make my coffee this morning the room was flashing!  The little clock on the oven was flashing.  The little clock on the microwave was flashing...  NO WAY.  I trotted back up the stairs to say, "girls, time to get up."  Just like days of old.  There was a gentle stirring and then the confused popping up of heads.  "Mom, my alarm didn't go off!"...  "Why is it flashing?" 

So, that's day 1 of my trying to get a bit more order and sunshine into the beginning of our days.  And that's what God thinks of my best laid plans.  

Things still got rolling pretty well seeing as we too had a sense of humor about the whole thing.  We even managed to get a fair amount of schoolwork in before the girls had to leave for their Keepers at Home meeting and I took off for a lovely lunch to celebrate my mother's birthday.  I can't believe she's 29... again!

Blessings, Debbie