Day 208; Footnotes of Being Prepared

The thunder rumbles in the distance, the sky has grown increasingly dark. The growing dark causing the solar lights out front to come on, one by one. A flickering against the approaching clouds. From the woods, the tree frogs call for rain. Out back, the cats search for any food they have missed. Searching, eating quickly before the incoming storm arrives. I have already prepared dinner, my son has already eaten.  The computer alerting me that rain is coming. A slight breeze coming in through the open windows, cooling the room as it cools the outside. Soon this storm will cause my dogs to want inside, hiding within safe and secure.

Will this storm bring lightening? A fireworks show to end my dad’s birthday? From what I understand, and from what he said, he had a good day. Beginning with a visit to the new casino and ending with mom taking him to his favorite restaurant for fish. When they returned I walked down with a plate of cookies and card with the gift from me and my son. He seemed happy to be comfortable in his chair in front of his television.


I had purchased a gift card for a different restaurant, but had this worrisome, don’t give it feeling in my head. When my son got home, he helped me find the online site to check the card. It showed up invalid. I had tried to find my receipt but been unable. I won’t lie here, I even went outside and dug through the trash trying to find that receipt. It was a bit nasty but the receipt wasn’t there. I finally found it on my desk of all places. Now I can return to the store tomorrow and get that rectified. It was meant to be a gift after all. I hope that this store works with me as well as the handy dandy lawn and garden center did the other day.


Off in the distance, the thunder still rumbles, it doesn’t seem any closer. This storm must be in no hurry, a slow mover, wanting to make sure its approach is known. I wonder, once it arrives, how severe it will be. I hope, that it will be the same as others have been before. That it will remain off to the side, following the river and leaving us alone. With only the sounds and the breeze evidence of it having passed.


How often, have we watched the approach of a storm? We hear the sounds, feel the breeze, see the darkening around us and we do not act. The warnings are there, the signs obvious, and yet, we do not prepare. There are those who readily prepare for the worst possible scenario. They have buildings and bunkers and storage areas filled with supplies. There are those who save every possible dime…just in case. There are those who do everything they can to prepare for the might happen.


Do we see the possibilities of what if, our name is called suddenly? What if, there is an accident, a sudden heath issue, an act of violence? Are you prepared for eternity?

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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1 Response to Day 208; Footnotes of Being Prepared

  1. John says:

    Great post, Rebecca. I like the way you perceive the world around you. I’m glad that your dad had a dandy birthday too. ☺️

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