I’m all for snow, even the late snows of the season. I remember shoveling the snow off our Springfield, VT highschool track in April so we could have a meet. But, this snow threatened a planned trip to my son’s state gymnastics meet. We planned ahead and got there mostly before the storm. Only 20 miles of slippery driving. He was saved from the disappointment I wrote of last Friday (and even won a bronze in the vault!).
All’s well that ends well, right? Well, we returned to find our driveway impassable with 3 inches of ice and my greenhouse irrepairably crushed. So, the disappointment that I have no more hideaway to read the paper and tend my little green things.
As I chop the ice, I remind myself that it will be quickly gone and that my hope isn’t in earthly things.
Musings on Faith and Psychology 