Ohmygoodness! I do not like the cold! I don’t like having to put on another layer of clothing if I’m going to be outside for any length of time. I don’t like the arctic blast that sneaks its way inside the house any time a door is opened, even for a short time. And I don’t like that my car sits in the driveway instead of in a garage, waiting for me to scrape the ice and/or snow off the windows before I drive anywhere. I really don’t like the cold!
Maybe it’s because I was born in the heat of summer. Or maybe it’s because the first six months of my life we lived in Fort Bragg, North Carolina. Or maybe I’m just a wimp. Whatever the reason, when it is cold like this, all I want to do is stay inside, lounge in my warm and comfy jammy pants, and drink hot chocolate or tea all day. And if you are sick, like I have been much of this week, you can get away with staying in your pajamas for the day. Still, our four-legged babies need to be fed. As do the birds. And the squirrels. And you might get to stay inside if you have a deadline to meet that prevents you from helping clear the new-fallen snow from the driveway. Or the back deck. Or even the front steps to the house. So I have truly come to appreciate those dear ones who run snowblowers to clear their own snow and their neighbors’. And the dear ones who plow open driveways and parking lots, streets and roads. And dear ones who tend to their critters in all sorts of weather. And dear ones whose livelihood depends on their braving the elements, day in and day out. Driving home after an evening of church activities, I glanced out the window. I dared not look for too long, lest I hit a slick patch in the road. Still, I found myself diverting my attention again and again. Covered in a blanket of snow, the field glistened and sparkled like a myriad of cut diamonds in the winter moonlight of a near-full moon. Had I not ventured out in the cold I would not have seen the God-crafted beauty to behold. Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat
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