In the early evening yesterday, snow began to fall. It continued all night. In the light of a nearby streetlight, we could see the snow fall–softly, silently, and steadily. We awoke this morning with five inches of white perfectly covering everything. Every branch of every tree was covered. Bushes assumed a uniform topping. Our deck chairs received a new version of cushions and the table a clean tablecloth. It was beautiful.
I went from window to window in our home trying to discover the best photo op (without venturing out until absolutely sure, mind you!) The trees already looked more like the leafless brown creations they really were than the heavenly white sculptures they had been earlier. Every minute counted! The deck and back yard with the bird feeder? The side yard with the boxwood hedge? The line of evergreens across the street? At last I decided on a front view of the house. The sun was coming in at a soft angle and the snow was heavy on the bushes along the front. Already wearing my cozy flannel-lined jeans, a turtleneck and a wool sweater, I grabbed my down jacket and phone, unlocked the front door, and pulled it securely closed behind me.
That’s when I realized there was a problem.
Yes, I’d unlocked the door to get out, but I’d forgotten that the door is always locked from the outside. Oops! In disbelief, I tried to turn the handle, and–yes–it was locked. Well, I thought, I’ll take the photo and then deal with door problems. After all, nothing was on the stove or in the oven. Halfway down our front walk, I turned and snapped a couple of photos with my phone. The white snow looked beautiful against the red brick of the house. Everything looked peaceful and calm. (Well, of course it did–everything in the house was locked up safe and sound!)
Happy with the photos, I headed over to the driveway and tried the carport door. As I thought, a responsible Ellen had locked it once inside. Our dog, Teddy, stood at the window looking out at me with confusion, his head cocked to one side. (Sadly, he’s not trained to flip a deadbolt.) The wind picked up and I realized anew that 15 degrees is COLD. Thankfully though, I did have my phone, and I made a quick call to my husband at work. This was a leap of faith as he works in a building that doesn’t receive cell phone signals. Even so, I left a message: “Locked outside. Cold. Please come help.” Short and to the point. Every minute counted–now in a new way!
How long would it be until he got to a cell phone area? I didn’t know that, so I needed a contingency plan. Hmm… Where would the wind be least fierce? And then I bumped into it–the car! I’d brought in groceries earlier. Had I remembered to lock it afterwards? I pulled the door handle. It was unlocked! Blessed irresponsibility!
I opened the door and settled into my cocoon of wind-free comfort. I moved into the back seat and opened a pair of hand warmers. Reaching into the very back, I grabbed a blanket and then a children’s book from a pile I was donating. I stretched out, fluffed the blanket over my legs, held the hand warmers close, and began chapter one. It would be a fun way to pass the time. And do you know what? It really was!
And that’s what became my perfect photo op. Yes, the house looks pretty in the snow, but the best moment was in that car. Sometimes plans are rerouted. Sometimes intentions are repurposed. May I remember that. When my schedule of events is altered or takes an unexpected intermission, may I not give in to worry or grumbling. Instead, may I remember Psalm 31:15, “My times are in your hands.” May I remember THIS is the life God has mercifully given me. In THIS moment, Christ is with me.
That’s true for you, too, dear friend. Join me, and with a grateful heart let’s thank Him for all our times, for the ones that go smoothly–and for the ones that don’t–all through this new year!