Ok… I’ve always said that if you don’t like snow, you have no business living in NH. People who move here and then complain about the cold or refuse to leave the house if there’s a flake of snow in the air should probably have selected a more timid climate in which to make their nest. New England is NOT for the faint of heart, or for those who whimper when faced with inclement weather.
That said, enough is enough! Even this die-hard Northerner is SICK of snow. At this rate the kids will be going to school through the Fourth of July, and my darling husband is weary to the bone of snowblowing and shoveling rooves and walkways. Today’s storm brought not only 10 inches of snow, but freezing rain on top of it. Ugh.
We’re seriously going to pay someone with a bucketloader $100 an hour to come in and remove snow from our driveway. It’s no longer wide enough to be home for all three vehicles.
Our mailbox is gone. Whether it’s been buried by snow or wiped out by the plow, we’re not sure. All we know is we are now having to drive to the post office each day to retrieve the mail.
Today the roof of a daycare center collapsed under the weight of the snow. Thankfully, they had evacuated the building before the cave in.
Our Wednesday evening Pioneer Clubs gathering has been cancelled two weeks in a row due to icy roads. Our ladies’ Bible Study for tomorrow is unable to meet at the church because of snow removal operations.
Much as I love this part of the country, today I found myself grumbling and tired of this white commodity (before you laugh at my characterization of it, try living in ski country, with an economy that depends on the fluffy stuff - *s*)
But I must confess, the snowscape does make for a beautiful picture.
No… not those pictures. This one:
“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” Psalm 51:7
“‘Come now, and let us reason together,’ says the Lord, ‘Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow…’” Isaiah 1:18a
I could have worn so many different scarlet letters. D for drug abuser. P for promiscuous. L for liar. S for slanderer. A for arrogance. Trust me, that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
Oh, but that crimson flood! The river red that flowed from my beautiful Savior’s broken body… it has washed me clean! Have you ever tried to cover up a scarlet stain and make the fabric appear white again? Never by my own efforts… nothing but the blood of Jesus could take away the stain of my sin. I will ever be thankful for this gift of righteousness, and for now… this evening… I will also CHOOSE to be thankful for the gift of snow outside my window that reminds me of what the Lord has done in my life…
Crimson to white…
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