On the Day of a Thunderstorm

My beloved MacBook Pro got taken out by a wild thunderstorm on Friday.

I came home to find it sitting on my floor in a puddle of dirty water and immediately started to cry.

Just kidding.

But it did rather effectively kill the adrenaline high I had been on anticipating my brother’s imminent arrival to Korea.

I recovered rather quickly, however.

After emergency texting a few friends, googling Mac disasters, recalling that I had recently backed up my important files, and resigning myself to upgrading to a MacBook Air during my upcoming trip to the States, I got to work preparing for my brother’s arrival.

I cleaned up my room–threw a bunch of dirty, wet clothes into the wash, trashed soaked papers, laid out soggy books to dry. Then took a power nap. Then I scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees, did the dishes, and took out all my recycling.

By this time, it was 12:30am, and I was beginning to get worried.

What if the taxi driver somehow didn’t know my address or took my brother and his friend to the wrong place and they were left stranded with neither cellphone service nor Korean skills on some random street corner in the middle of Korea in the middle of the night??

I decided I should go down to the street and look out for them. And perhaps start praying intensely, if that felt necessary.

Well, as soon as I stepped through the entryway of my apartment complex, a taxi pulled up across the street. I immediately knew it was them. I grinned, they waved through the window, and I rushed over to help them pay the driver. It was as if the welcome had been perfectly planned, perfectly timed.

Things were immediately righted from their slightly skewed state.

It didn’t matter that I had laundry hanging out to dry in the living room, my carpet was still damp, and my computer no longer worked. Everything was as it was supposed to be. I steamed up some dumplings for my brother, arranged him a plate of kimchi, and delighted his friend by producing a huge tub of Skippy’s crunchy peanut butter, babbling excitedly the whole time.

And I couldn’t stop smiling. I just couldn’t.

sent this photo to the rents before bed
Sent this photo to the ‘rents before bed



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Elizabeth holds to simple faith in a complex world. She values the beauty of the everyday and strives for vulnerability with other imperfect humans. She is currently pursuing her MDiv at Fuller Theological Seminary, so when she isn't busy writing academic papers, she is usually out enjoying the LA sunshine. She is constantly learning, laughing, and finding herself in awe of grace.

4 thoughts on “On the Day of a Thunderstorm

  1. Hey lady! Started reading your blog and what a treat :) So glad you got some family time and made the best of your situation. Hope to have more CU card-playing evenings again in the future. Stay well xo

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