We haven’t had any significant snow since November. The winter grey that Kentucky usually experiences in January and February moved in early this year — December. It has out-stayed its welcome. The good news that in my fight to keep my mood from falling into a putty-colored state, I’ve exercised more. Just to keep moving, there have been a couple of home projects marked off the list.
The bad news is that my electric bill has increased in my attempt to turn on enough lights to keep the dreariness out of the house. About every three days the sun comes out. It makes me want to shove the dog out of the single beam to soak up enough to carry me through the next several days of dullness.
Our friends in the Northeast have been hammered with snow and ice. Many of them are probably wishing they could see the dead grass in their yards. Know that my heart goes out to them. I wish Mother Nature could have just split the difference this year so we could share in some of the snow fun. While I may be guilty of doing the “snow day” dance for the schools to close with my high school, for the most part I’ve graduated from snow days and look forward to enjoying a beautiful snow that can break up the winter.
As of this post there are 39 days until spring. Anything is possible with our Kentucky/Ohio valley weather. There still may be a good snow in our future. In the meantime, what are you doing to ward off the winter blah?
I love that weather is only somewhat predictable. The meteorologists do their best with their fancy technology — 3D Doppler RADARs and layered mapping. But still there are times when they just can’t predict the weather 100%. There are so many factors that are in play with weather. It’s not just what is coming from the sky, it’s the typography of the area, air temperature, wind on the ground as well.
While weather can be predicted and many people can be warned to take cover, weather can not be controlled. I love that weather is one part of creation that man can’t touch or control.
Today I find myself thankful for the storms of life I have journeyed through. Yes, I said storms. It’s those rainy, cloudy and gloomy times that allow for great potential of patience, fortitude and faith to blossom. The hardest part of these storms is that there is no RADAR in which we can know how long they will last. We can be driven into a dark tunnel.
Every minute we are in the tunnel we have choices: to move forward and find the other end or to just sit down, never finding the joy and peace that lurk on the other side. Sometimes groping our way through the dark is uncomfortable and awkward. While we feel our way through, the rough edges leave us with a new roughness on the outside, but also leaves us different as we emerge. In the storm and the dark tunnel we find we are tougher than we thought, on the other side we learn how wonderful being changed can be.
Emerging on the brighter other side, we either move forward dragging the puddles of the storm with us, or we move forward standing tall having survived, but not without a few painless scars that only show when we choose for them too.
Today I am thankful for several storms I have overcome. They are long behind me, but today I was able to reach into the tunnel to shine a light for a friend in need of knowing the storm is only on one end of the tunnel. Today, I am grateful for being comfortable enough with the journey I have made, to be very real with my friend. I will gladly shine the light on her path until she emerges.
Outside my window right now is a thunderstorm. It’s one of those that come from a cold front and warm front colliding and the laws of nature duel. The thunder rumbles through your soul. Searching the sky for the next strike of lightning can be unnerving – no way to predict.
Weather can be planned for, but no man can control it. How refreshing to experience something that we don’t have to control or schedule. Even planning for what a meteorologist predicts is rarely completely accurate. They do their best, but weather isn’t something God calls profits to. How wonderful it is it to experiencing something completely surrendered to God’s hand as weather?
After the storm passes, many times the morning brings a calm spirit among nature and clean air settles in. Whatever damage has been left behind, may cause grief and pain, but also provides the opportunity for a fresh start.
Consider our friends Canadian Geese – I love the fact that the population has invaded their waterways and land and they just go about their business. They take full advantage of our gardens to bed down a nest, puddles and drainage ditches full from rain or even traffic doesn’t bother their daily routine. Love it! They have no sense of time what they need to do to fulfill their needs of the day.
There were several ideas I worked on for this week but nothing that excited me. Today, January 29th, it was a windy, cloudy, humid, balmy 67 degrees and so I strolled the yard to see how the garden was wintering.
There among the dead remnants of last summer’s colorful splendor, I found hope for the coming spring. It seems the tulips have peeked out to check out the situation for further growth. The site brought immediate encouragement that in spite of the crazy weather — up and down temperatures — the renewal of spring will come.
So, my friend, take a deep breath and relax, the gray blustery, non-snowy winter will serve it’s purpose and move on at the insistence of spring’s arrival.