I know this isn't a pretty picture, but really, that is the whole point. I snapped this with my cell phone yesterday just after finishing my 10K run at a nearby lake (the frozen white expanse in the picture.) It was a lovely run, but I am sick of this white, white, white everywhere. It has been a month now since we have seen the ground.
I was going to go to the 7:30 meeting this morning across town, but when I got up at 6, there were several inches of new snow on the ground, and more snow falling at a rapid clip out of the sky. So my plans are changed. Last night I went to a friend's house, and when I left, he walked me to my car and said "there is snow in the air." I said "it better STAY in the air and not fall on the ground." But it is falling. As if I am going to threaten the snow not to fall! ha!
The helicopter that crashed in Iraq was not the type that my son flies. My instant reaction when I heard that was relief, followed by profound sadness for the people who were getting bad news yesterday. I can pray, and that is about it.
I was invited to a party to watch a play-off game this afternoon, and I don't want to go. I hate to be like this, but I just don't want to go. I think I am not going to go. I feel like I just need to sit and be quiet today.
"In praying, our immediate temptation will be to ask for specific solutions to specific problems, and for the ability to help other people as we have already thought they should be helped. In that case, we are asking God to do it our way. Therefore, we ought to consider each request carefully to see what its real merit is. Even so, when making specific requests, it will be well to add to each one of them this qualification: ' ... if it be Thy will.'" -- As Bill Sees It, p. 329