Signs and Wonders

When nature commits a volcanic act of terrorism, we really have no one to blame. Legally of course, we blame God. When Mother kicks dirt in the face of travelling humanity, we know it is in her Nature to do so. We do not blame her, we stand in awe.
Some souls question if there is intent in this passionate spewing, beyond the Earth's need to occasionally belch a big one. If we connect the dots between the shake, rattle and roll occurring around the globe, might we wonder if Someone is trying to get our attention? Never mind to what purpose, that we should take time to meditate on the life force in creation is enough.
Our sympathies are with the stranded travelers. We've all been there. It's uncomfortable to spend anymore time in an airport than you have to, and it's annoying to see your plans erupt in ash. But in the angst over missed weddings, funerals, vacations, deadlines, let's not miss the opportunities.
Saturday night we heard Vietnam War veteran Captain Charlie Plumb account for his six year stint as a POW in the Hanoi Hilton. He credited a parachute packed in his youth by a network of preachers, teachers and such, and a thin strip of wire the prisoners rigged to communicate with each other. These were the simple tools that helped him survive and thrive.
When our life plans get interrupted, at what point do we stop pushing for our right to a seat on the next plane out? What blessing is there for the family who accepts the kindness of strangers for lodging, or the couple who takes the theme park up on the offer of free tickets?
Signs and wonders come in all sizes.