Humbled by Snow

Snowy House

It’s snowing in Asheville this morning. I can’t help humming the tune of “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”, except it’s the day before Thanksgiving.

While I watched the snow fall this morning, I was struck by it’s beauty, but also by its ability to immediately thwart our plans for the day.  That used to drive me crazy when we lived in Philadelphia. The first storm was beautiful; the second, third, and fourth were miserable inconveniences.

I wrote a post back in 2010 about this particularly poor attitude. Here it is.

I Am Human

Some time last week, after complaining in my heart about the inconvenience of yet another snowstorm, I asked God out loud to remind me that I’m human. Yesterday, the transmission in my car went out while I was driving it. Today, I slid into a snow bank  inches away from a telephone pole.

Is that what I prayed for? Well, yes. I don’t wish harm on myself or anyone else, but He answered my prayers. In all my plans for today, getting stuck in a snow bank was not one of them. But it’s Him who is in control of my life, not me. I have to learn this lesson over and over again. My sinful tendency is to replace God with myself. I realized that as I was complaining about the snow last week. Really, it’s His world. Who am I to say when and how much it should snow? His ways are higher than my ways; His thoughts are higher than my thoughts. He sees all things; I do not. So, even in the midst of back to back snowstorms, His redemptive plan is still at work. He’s weaving a story even while we complain against His mighty acts.

Several years ago, after complaining about “all the snow” (this time in D.C.), a friend of mine gently rebuked me and said, “Snow slows life down. It’s one way that God chooses to quiet our busy schedules.” Or something to that effect. (Thanks, Melanie!) I always remember that when I’m tempted to complain about the weather, as if there is not a larger story going on around me than my petty inconveniences.

Over the past two weeks, our family has been meditating on Psalm 34. Verse 7 says, “The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and He delivers them.” The Lord delivered me today as my car careened head first into a telephone pole. He guided me safely home yesterday as my transmission failed. Even if He had not chosen that outcome for me, the angel of the Lord would still be busy setting up camp around me. Not to be morbid, but even in death, the angel of the Lord brings us to Himself, which is the ultimate place of protection.

His will for me is best; He’s in control, I’m not. Remember that when it snows AGAIN. Or when it doesn’t snow and you want it to.

Job 38:28-33

28 Does the rain have a father?

Who fathers the drops of dew?

 

29 From whose womb comes the ice?

Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens

 

30 when the waters become hard as stone,

when the surface of the deep is frozen?

 

31 “Can you bind the beautiful [a] Pleiades?

Can you loose the cords of Orion?

 

32 Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons [b]

or lead out the Bear [c] with its cubs?

 

33 Do you know the laws of the heavens?

Can you set up God’s [d] dominion over the earth?

 

I am human. Praise the Lord.

 

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  • Michael McNair

    Thanks for the reminder.

  • Julie Davis

    You’re welcome. I need the reminder, too.

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