I had a moment tonight. 

I stopped to get gas on the way to work around 9:45pm.  It was dark out, and about 45° F.  Cold.  The roads were almost empty due to the quarantine as well as the hour.  It’s my third night shift in a row, so my sleep schedule is all messed up and I didn’t get enough sleep today. A friend in Colorado has been missing since Sunday and her husband and two daughters don’t know where she is, if she’s safe, or what.  So that’s on my mind.  

It’s my birthday.  I got off work around 6:30 in the morning, stopped at the store, and then got home to get about four or five hours of sleep before getting up in time to celebrate my birthday with my wife and kids.  Played a few card games and watched a movie. Took a nap before going back to work at 9:30.  Kind of a ho-hum day. 

And then I found myself standing at the gas pump where it was cold and wet and dark, and I have to get through the next eight hours of work. The quarantine and the weather and some family issues were weighing on me and I started to feel a little low. 

Until I remembered that God is in charge. God knows.  He is not surprised by anything, and He has a plan that He is working out specifically for my good and His glory.  He has both hands on the yoke, and though our aircraft is experiencing turbulence, we are going to land at our destination at exactly the right time.  I prayed as I got to work that Jesus would come back soon.  But until He does it falls to us to slog through the dark days, the sad times, and the ho hum stuff, trusting Him and doing our best in His power to obey and serve. 

I think I need to go fishing.