High school holds many memories for me. It was the cutting edge of laptops and word processors, which, for me, meant late nights procrastinating on papers I had to write.
One such night, deadline looming, the electricity went out right as I was productively cranking out the paper due the next day.
I knew that "the electricity went out" would rate right up there with "the dog ate my homework" for acceptable excuses to give my teacher.
So, we did what any teenager of the 90s might have done... I wrote my paper on a laptop by candlelight, praying the battery would last long enough to finish and that I'd have electricity for the printer in the morning.
I don't remember what I got on the paper, but I do remember my frustration about losing electricity and not wanting to lose the flow of my writing.
This picture holds a lot of humor for me, but it is also representative of what next week will be for me... There should be electricity at the cabin, but there is also a wood-burning stove by which I will sit and pray that I can spend hours in the concentrated flow of writing, praying, and allowing God to speak to and through me.