Last week it was some rain, 1/2 inch of ice, and then 5 inches of snow. Yesterday we received rain and trace amounts of snow. Today we’re experiencing several inches of snow accumulation. The wet, sticky spring precipitation sits in piles on grass that was just starting to thaw and green. Hopefully, in a week, the white mounds will melt into puddles and the only memory of these late spring snows will be re-greening grass and budding trees.
But in the meantime, I sit, watching the snow blow and accumulate and blanket the ground and feel just like the grass underneath the white: buried and suffocating. It’s been a long two weeks. I feel weary under the burden of life. I’m fighting the urge to list, item by item, all the stuff of the last fortnight. Instead, I’ll simply share the one that feels the weightiest and most important: my dear Dad was diagnosed with cancer last week. We don’t know the extent and are hopeful for a positive outcome to testing and surgery. He, as always, faithfully rests in the grace and knowledge that God will carry him through –no matter what. And my mom and sisters and I are thankful for and blessed by his authentic faith.
I know the snow will melt, both in Iowa and my life. I know spring will come and these “light and momentary trials” will fade away and we’ll see God’s faithfulness and feel His grace and know His peace. But in the meantime, I’m trying to see the beauty in the snow and hang on for spring.
“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” ~Paul to the Corinthians