We have been bombarded by snow – beautiful, inconvenient, enchanting, dangerous, breathtaking snow. Earlier this week it was an ice storm…equally describable.
(our back porch) (a street sign in the ‘hood)
I think most Ohioans hate it…and wish spring would, for a lack of a better word, spring. But I love it. Yeah it’s a pain. Yeah the kids have had 11 snow/ice days home from school. (There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth in these parts. And I’m talking about the mothers! God bless ’em. May they load up on chocolate or find a good therapist or something).
I personally haven’t minded having the kids home. Yes I have- but I haven’t lost it. Well maybe a little. But, honestly, they’ve been only little outbursts now and then. That, however, is not the reason my kids don’t mind returning to school. They already know that when that closing bell rings on my cell phone, it is NOT a day of lounging on the couch eating chips and salsa. They have chores: big ones. Not all day, of course. But no way is this busy mom gonna have lumpy leeches lying around doing nothing!
You might think that my house has been super clean this past month because of that, but I’ve got two things to say: they don’t exactly clean like I do and, per adaptation of a certain proverb, “where oxen are the stable gets messy” (note the present continuous form of that verb!). My ‘clean’ lasts a lot longer than theirs does…and statistics back my claim that kids, when home, mess up the house quicker than when one mother is home alone cleaning, studying, cooking, painting, working in the office, writing, or doing laundry.
Aside from their chores, we’ve had some pretty good family devotions and game times and the kids have also had more time practicing their music, reading, and being creative when the TV is off. “I said ‘off‘ . Now! I mean it!”
There is another twist to these snow days for us. Legally the schools can have only so many days called off, and those days have been exceeded by five. In schooling terms, that adds up to one extra week tagged onto the end of the year. Now some of you may know that we have been trying to finish up our itineration and get back to the mission field for some time. The latest word is that, Praise God!, we raised our needed support and were planning to leave as soon as school is over for the year. This wait of another few months was mainly for our two in high school: it bites having a GPA messed up because of a transition. (We learned that the hard way with our oldest, even though those circumstances were out of our control.) Our pending return to Mexico has just been extended AGAIN! *sigh* I’m so glad God invites us to ‘trust in Him with all our heart and not to rely on our own understanding!’ (Proverbs 3:5).
Back to the snow. As I said, I love it. It’ll provide good memories for us when we’re there in southern Mexico sweating it out in 85 degree sunny weather eight months out of the year. 😉 The other day, after the ice storm, as we drove around, we couldn’t help but exclaim in awe the beauty of God’s creation around us. We drove by crystal woods and lampposts that looked like fringed Victorian lamps. We thought of Narnia, but with Christmas in our hearts. One of my favorite rhetorical passages is found in Job, and this portion is what kept coming to mind:
Job 38:22,23,28-30 NAS
22″Have you entered the storehouses of the snow,
Or have you seen the storehouses of the hail,
23Which I have reserved for the time of distress,
For the day of war and battle?
28″Has the rain a father?
Or who has begotten the drops of dew?
29″From whose womb has come the ice?
And the frost of heaven, who has given it birth?
30″Water becomes hard like stone,
And the surface of the deep is imprisoned.
(our back porch) (ice dipped branches)
Two of our boys shoveling the drive. There is a street behind them – somewhere!
Ya’ll come by now, ya hear? (our front porch)