They call it “snowmageddon,” this blizzard of 2010. And as I sat inside watching the multitude of snowflakes fall, each one different from the last, I thought to myself, as fun and as beautiful as it is to watch, it will never compare to watching it fall onto our 20 acres in South Dakota. It was breathtaking. And this weekend, as I watched it fall, I longed to be back there: to go sledding with my cousins, or snowmobiling, or just being.
It is crazy here. You really would have thought it was the end of the world! The grocery stores were so packed that they were locking the doors on people. For the first time in 30 YEARS the mail was not delivered. Hundreds of thousands of people are without power. And the homeless people, what about them?!
As I was outside playing with Sasha today, all I could think about was them. How cold they must be, how hungry they must be, how alone they must feel. And, I am outside in it, having fun. I was complaining that I couldn’t feel my fingers when I came inside. But what about the homeless? My heart goes out to them– that they would have the smallest glimmer of hope, and that that hope would warm them, even for a little bit.
I’m so thankful. That even if I’m not playing in the snow in SD or in NE that I am able to play in it here, with my dog. I’m so blessed, that even though I hate living with my parents at times, that I am able to come inside, and my mom has made me hot cocoa. I’m full of gratitude, that though I drive my dad crazy constantly saying “I’m cold, daddy!” I still have a place to cozy up. I’m snowed in. Most times, I’d hate it, but today, right now, I’d rather be snowed in than snowed out.