Our family had an experience a year ago last spring which proved to me that no situation is beyond God's control, and that there is never an instant when He isn't tenderly caring for His children.
We were beginning our annual ski vacation in the Rockies. It happened to come during a period of special mental altitude for my husband and me. I had been working in Science with him on a disorder that had kept him from his job (which he had since returned to), and we had been sharing and cherishing inspiration for several weeks.
The joyful poise we were feeling as a family was challenged as soon as we arrived at the cabin. We discovered that intruders had broken through a window. Glass was scattered about and the cabin was a mess. Anger, resentment, even hatred tempted mightily. But I felt strongly that we mustn't surrender a bit of our joy, and I was impelled to urge my husband and the children to deny dishonesty any claim to be part of God's creation. We all set about the business of cleaning up; I was particularly grateful for the cheerful part the children assumed in that process.
