Just over a week ago I arrived home to heavy snowfall. We live in a cul-de-sac at the top of a hill, and after turning into our close I found myself stuck in the thick and compacted snow. Being unused to driving in such conditions, I was too nervous to try ramping the hidden pavement and parking out of the way. I had to leave the car where it was and hoof it up the hill, laden with groceries.
Not long after, a kindly neighbour knocked on my door with a plan – he would steer while another neighbour used his 4×4 to tow my car up the slope. I was immensely grateful for the help. And when my husband arrived home in the dark several hours later, I felt a rush of relief.
We decided to spend the weekend safely at home, and most of our street did the same. A beautiful hush descended.
Outside it was quiet and still, the usual rumble of distant traffic now deadened by the softly falling snow. Indoors – in the cosy warmth beside the fire, mugs of hot chocolate in hand – we felt a hush come over our spirits. It was as if our heartbeats were slowing for the hibernation.
In the calm, I felt the Lord speak quietly into my soul about the blessings he was bringing through the snow.
- I spent time thinking (and praying) on things more deeply as there were no demands on my attention
- I could relish the ‘downtime’, simply being still
- There was nowhere we had to be, so my husband and I could cherish our time together
- I delighted in simple pleasures, like building a snowman on the lawn, and then waking up to his cheery face the next morning
- I learned about trusting God for my safety, and forced myself to face my fears of driving in the snow
- I developed new appreciation for neighbours who put themselves out to help me
- I felt gratitude towards those working in the cold… postie, the road gritters, the bin-men, visiting nurses, delivery drivers
- I was more conscious of those vulnerable in the bad weather… elderly neighbours, single women, the ill.
The snow is gone now and outside, as the darkness creeps in, the wind is buffeting the house and raindrops are thudding against my study window. Appropriately, the radio is playing ‘Rain Down’ by Delirious and I am reminded of a scripture in Job: “He directs the snow to fall on the earth and tells the rain to pour down. Then everyone stops working so they can watch His power.” (37:6-7)
Now that the snow has gone, have you rushed back into your regular routine, or has it changed your perspective? Have you seen God’s power in the snow and the rain?