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    Wednesday
    Jul212010

    On Blizzards

    The blizzard had come and gone in a day, dumping an unheard of 16” of snow and ice on the ground for miles around. Most of Ohio was buried in it. We were fighting tooth and nail to stay on the road, trying to get to Grandma’s house.

     

    It was Christmas, we had a new baby, and Grandma wanted to see her. So we followed my parents in their 18-year old blue and gray van down the forgotten highway of 35 East.

     

    Not too many other people were on the road. My husband and I kept telling each other how crazy we were. If we had any sense at all, we ranted, we would turn around right now and go home, rather than fight with the ice and asphalt for hours.

     

    Just as we were about to give up and give in to the hazards of the road, we noticed the freeway seemed clearer of all the mess. In fact, the farther south we drove, the less and less snow was piled on the sides and median. Until there was no snow. Then we looked out our windows and saw that the snow had been replaced by ice.

     

    It was not on the road though; it had covered the trees, the fences, the grass, the ground, ponds…It was magnificent. It was a perfect blue-sky winter’s day, so the sun was shining, and when the ice reflected off the beams the view was otherworldly.

     

    The ponds looked like perfect ice rinks. The grass looked dangerous, like a bed of glass shards or nails all glued upwards promising a terrible experience if you dared step on it. The trees had an inch of ice all around the bare bark.

     

    I wanted my camera, but I couldn’t get to it without stopping the car. So I just stared and tried to burn it into my memory. Mile after mile of infinite beauty, it reminded me of a story.

     

    The landscape looked so much like something out of a book; C.S. Lewis or Tolkien perhaps. Whole mountainsides of trees were covered. Oh, how it sparkled! Like crystal, like glass, like diamonds; White gold.

     

    It reminded me of how God sometimes (more often than not) moves in our lives. He allows a blizzard to bury us up to our eyeballs until we are absolutely stuck with nowhere to go but to Him. Then, as we drive onward through life and the snow finally starts to melt, we begin to see the awesome beauty of what that blizzard has brought, as well as remembering the hardships and trials. Our God is an awesome God!

     

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