Last night when my family went to bed we were not sure if we would be going to church this morning. Not because we were trying to decide between some other activity and church, but because we were receiving weather warnings of 6 to 15 inches of snow starting this morning and continuing until Monday morning.
So, when we woke up this morning and the sidewalk was still free of ice and snow, we decided to go ahead and go to church as normal, with the exception of our daughter also taking her car so that she could leave right after church with her sisters.
All went well until about 11am, ˝ hour into this mornings service when it started to snow. It wasn't the slow a flake here and there slowly building up into a snow storm type snow, but more like someone decided to turn a snow making machine on high and we all got in the way of it.
The service ended and off the girls went with instructions to the little girls not be a distraction to their big sister's driving as she headed for home, trying to beat the heavier snow. When my hubby and I left 45 minutes later, the snow making machine had escalated to someone pouring buckets of snow over our heads. The weather warnings had become reality. The pace of it was unreal even for those of us who are used to the ever changing weather of Wisconsin. It was as my husband likes to call it, “dicey” all the way home. The visibility was poor and the roads were slick. The mom in me began to worry about whether my girls had made it safely home or not.
My daughter was taking a different way home because of the loose cows we saw on the way to church. Bad weather and full grown cattle make for scary roads, so wisdom made her decide to take the other direction.
The further we drove the more hair raising it became, and I began to wonder how long it had been like this. Had my girls been driving in this or did they beat it? Our 15 mile trip home seemed to take a horrendously long time. It was made somewhat worse by the silence of concentration and concern. The closer we got to home the worse it became. At last we turned down our street and to my despair there were no tire tracks and no car. For that moment, until I remembered she would have parked in the driveway I felt panic. And just as that moment of panic came up, the feeling of relief washed over me when I saw her car in the driveway.
My hubby and I hurried into the house before we became human snowmen, slipping here and there along the way, till at last we were safe and warm. That moment I saw all of my girls safe and sound, I was so filled with a thankfulness towards the Lord. It makes me think of the story of the Prodigal son. How upon the the father sighting his son nothing else mattered, just the joy of his child safely back home in his arms. I felt that so much today, so thankful, so grateful and yet even a little closer to my God.
Here the weather is ever changing. This week we had fog warnings, wind warnings and now snow.
But my God is not changing. He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. Forever full of his constant love for all of his children. And waiting for the moment when we run into his arms.
1John 4:10 Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. [King James version]
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My protective, maternal spirit was anxious for your daughters until you announced their safe arrival. How would we cope with such uncertainties without the assurance of God's hand in the lives of our children. Well done :)