This week, I discovered that I was unprepared.
I came home from my unplanned trip to Minnesota. I had expected to be gone a couple of days, but I ended up being gone for two weeks. To be fair, I wasn't really thinking. All I knew was that my husband was in the hospital, that they were x-raying his neck and that he was having tests. I knew that a drunk driver had hit his car while he was on his way to school. So I threw a couple of days worth of clothes in a bag, carted the dog off to a parish member's home, and went.
When I returned, I knew that I was behind on many things related to my congregation. But I was not prepared for the storms that would hit the day after my return. I was not prepared for the high water and the thunder and the darkness of having no electricity and no way to charge my phone, so no phone.
Somehow the prediction of heavy rains had not come with enough flashing lights. So I had parked my car at the church, because I was going to return for an evening meeting. After the storm hit, the water was high and we decided it would not be safe to return to church.
It took awhile that evening to find a safe route back to my dark apartment. But we finally found a way in, and I was home. I found a flashlight, and a couple of candles, and my dog.
And we sat alone in the dark and listened to it thunder. You would think I would be grateful to be home. I used the flashlight to read for awhile. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. I felt alone. I prayed that the electricity would come back on (it did not.) And in the morning, somehow, someone found out about my plight and reached out to me, to offer help, electricity, coffee, company.
You know what? I found out that it was the company that I needed the most.
I hope that next time I am more prepared, but not for the reasons you might think. I hope that next time I am more prepared, so that I can be the company someone else needs most.