Yes, it’s here once more…and aren’t we delighted…but perhaps not so delighted as when we were children. Those were the days. Snow to play in, roll in, build in and sometimes eat! Remember your mom crying out, “Do not eat the yellow snow!”
Then we didn’t worry about shoveling out walkways or paths. We didn’t have to plow through drifts to get to work or break the ice on cattle water bowls.
Then we grew up. Our parents’ responsibilities became ours. Now, we are the ones with sore backs and frozen fingers. We wait for late buses and subways. We chatter about the terribleness of snow!
Do we still admire its sunlit sparkle or the way it clings to tree bark? Are we grateful for the tow truck that draws us out of another slippery slide? Do we cherish our highly overpriced snow tires?
Life is like snow. The troubles are here and then they are gone. Sometimes they melt more slowly, but they still disappear. When I think of what I worried about twenty years ago, I wonder why I bothered. They settled or reversed or disappeared, while new ones took their place.
The sad truth is that man is born for trouble. (Job 5:7)
We are advised to rejoice in hope. Persevere in tribulation (trouble) and be devoted to prayer. (Romans 12:12)
And God says, “Do not let your heart be troubled; believe in God, believe also in me. (John 14:1)
And as always God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. (Psalm 46:1)