by Joanne Wiklund
Just yesterday I stood in the open doorway of the garage and smiled. The driveway was cleared down to dry cement! Except for one patch of ice in the middle. I sprinkled it with some ice melt and went back inside.
Later, I challenged that patch of ice after the sun had been shining for a couple of hours. I slid the chipper under the edge of the thick ice and it broke up like fresh peanut brittle. I took my snow pusher and shoved it off to the side. I was proud of myself. The driveway was mostly clear and I was still upright! All I did was chisel away some ice, but I had great help before then. And still.
My neighbor down the road keeps the driveway clear with his white truck and a great blade. I like to think I’m a strong person and sometimes I even believe it. But tears do come and snows seem to precipitate them. Don’t know why. I’m not going anywhere, except to my computer and my couch where my crocheted stuff is growing. I’m cranking out hats for the Prayer Shawl Ministry, and Nancy is too, so our stash for next fall is growing.
I keep telling myself, while we were created in the image of God, we don’t get to know everything He does. If we did we would be God and that’s not who we are. We have to learn to trade our “Why?” for Trust. I’m still working on that. He knows what He’s doing. Even when it snows and we can’t help asking “Why?” one more time.
Psalm 56:8 says “Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
11-13 “In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do to me. Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto Thee, For thou hast delivered my soul from death: wilt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?”
