Awakening this morning meant hearing the wind. Not just a little bit, but one of those “big bits!”
Accompanying the wind was a small bit of snow. Just enough to cover the driveway and the sidewalk. As I shoveled, I realized that this was not the usual direction of wind. Instead of heaving shovelfuls of snow into the wind, the wind was assisting me.
All fine and well if I was not on a corner lot. The wind began to find ways to enter my parka. A sneak breath of cold air here. An unexpected pinch there. Nothing you couldn’t handle. If you only stayed outside for a few minutes.
I quickly wrapped up the morning’s exercise and got back inside. Thankful that this was not a full blown blizzard, although full blown it was!
I live in a country where the heat was on when I stepped inside. The shower will be warm. And I can drive on roads that are cleared. After hearing a story of gypsies in Romania this past Sunday, I want to be sure my mind and heart both give thanks for all I have.
A little breeze can blow in a reminder of a hurricane of blessings!