The loud, unexpected crash was followed by an erie silence before the reality set in. Boxes of books had fallen from a storage rack in the warehouse and slammed into the laundry station. Detergent slimmed the floor. Mop handles twisted in grotesque angles were pinned against the wall. The paper towel dispenser exploded its parts across the sad scene.
Now, we need to clean up. Now, we need to repack and re-inverntory the books. Now we have to clear the grime scene so that others in the warehouse can get on with their ministries and we can finish our preparation for shipping.
I won’t bother God with such a small (in the cosmic sense) problem but I will say it would be nice to have some help…today or tomorrow. Please.