“You have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.”
Well, the meteorologists in Minnesota must be turning cartwheels and flips this morning. We broke the all time record for snow in the month of February. I don’t feel particularly excited about it, as you can tell by the last few posts I’ve written.
In this shortest month of the year, we’ve managed to close schools for more days than usually allotted for snow days. Extreme cold and over average snowfall even caused the post office to close. Enough already! This will be my last post complaining about our fate in Minnesota. I have actually become part of the landscape and am now permanently frozen under a mound of record snow. Snow angels are not an option and our dog has given up eating so he won’t have to deal with the high snowbanks.
When you’re a child, fresh snow that’s perfect for making snow forts and snowballs is delightful. When you’re beyond 70 it brings added aches and pains, anticipation of the same and sadness that you can’t help in the removal of it. When we reach the winter of our existence, it’s even harder to put on a happy face. For one thing, our faces have been frozen into blank expressions. Our eyes are staring ahead in a daze. Our bodies just can’t keep up anymore. This year I don’t think the elderly are the only ones who feel that way.
It isn’t just the snow. It’s all the stuff that goes with it. Thankfully, we don’t have to face a daily commute to work anymore. We don’t have to drive through blizzard conditions to get our children to school. Unless we wish to be completely out of touch, however, the driveway must be cleared and snow removed from vehicles. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a robot to take care of that chore?
Just as we struggle through the mounds of crud in our lives every single day, we often face obstacles one right after the other. It’s not easy doing anything alone, but with God as our strength, we can endure just about anything.
Lord, please bring sunshine back to our February faces!