The power went out.

It really did.  We got a real wet sloppy snowstorm last night that took down some power lines and wiped out our power for awhile.  Normally this isn't really much cause for alarm, but at about 30 degrees outside, with a foot of new wet heavy snow, the house was getting colder by the minute. Sylvia climbed in my bed and snuggled.  Then we got up and put on layers of sweats, brewed tea in my new tea kettle, and enjoyed the adventure of life without electricity.

It came back on about 10:30 or so.  Heat filled our chilly house, and life returned to normal.  However, when I was thinking I'd blog about the power going out, a whole different thought came to mind.

Remember the story about when Jesus was walking down the street with his disciples, and there were people all around, pressing in on all sides, and the woman with the "bleeding problem" touched the hem of his garment?  Jesus turned around and said, "Who touched me?" Why?  

Because the Power went out.

The power went out from the Son of God, and he instantly knew it.  It changed that lady.  It healed her, and emboldened her to speak up and say "it was I, Lord." Can you imagine?

What if the Power went out like that today? The house would be aglow in the warm love of our Creator, and even if the lights came back on, we would never return to "Normal".  When have you felt His power go out? Think back to a time when you spent a few minutes in the dark, quietness of His Love. Spend a few minutes there.