I’m worried that someone is trying to tell me something. About six months ago I became the ward Emergency Preparedness person. This freaked Doug out a little bit because he thought that we needed to be prepared for something. So I started on my merry way working on surveys and a 5th Sunday presentation on the church’s new approach to food storage.
Then, Doug’s dad got the same calling. Then, my dad got the same calling. What am I supposed to make of all this? Then, the final straw: a box arrived at my house with some embroidered towels for the boys. This was a wonderful gift from my Aunt Rozanne (whose virtues need to be extolled in a whole separate post). While the boys were running around the house with their personalized towels I noticed something in the bottom of the box. It was this:
Along with the lamp came an explanation of the Parable of the Ten Virgins along with different ways that we might prepare ourselves. Enough said! I heard you loud and clear! I have taken the hint!
Now, I don’t know exactly what I’m supposed to be preparing for, but I take some comfort in the fact that doing something is better than doing nothing. So, on the day the lamp came, I ordered a year’s supply of rice. I figure that I can work on this little by little and eventually I will be fully prepared.
And just in case you think that my rice supply has lulled me into a false sense of security, this morning I woke to a warning of this:
I’m not reall worried where we are, but we don’t very often see the map actually involve our neck of the woods. I’m making sure I know where all the flashlights are … just in case!