The Joys of Winter

 Or should I say the dreads of winter? It seems like every year we complain more and more about snow and winter. Why? I guess we just need something to complain about. We've actually been blessed the last few years, our winters have been pretty mild and not a terrible amount of snow. At least not at one time. 

This year hasn't been much different. Until last week that is. We got pounded with a big snowstorm, at least 12 inches in most places, more in others. Anyone that knows me also knows I don't drive in the snow. I seldom drive in the rain, in fact, I really don't like to drive. Needless to say, I wasn't thrilled when I had to drive to church. 

Now I know I could have stayed home, but I committed to ushering that day and I also had some food for the food bank that I promised to bring so the lady that handles it didn't have to take it from church and I wouldn't have to carry it in. 

Okay, I know, I could have called and done it a different day, but two of the ushers already called off due to their son's wedding in Florida. So, I felt compelled to go. I'm sure they could have replaced me easily enough, I know I'm not indispensable. But a commitment is a commitment. Besides, I hate missing church. 

So, I went. Fortunately, my nephew plowed our driveway and I had no trouble getting out. Not so the streets, not even the main streets, although with the traffic they were a little better than the side streets. 

Believe me when I say I prayed all the way there, especially when I turned into the church driveway and it wasn't plowed. To make matters worse, the drive is a slight incline and on the left side is a dropoff. My car slid all the way up. Needless to say my prayer became more intense, asking God to take the wheel because I wasn't controlling the car very well. 

But, praise God, I made it all the way to the parking lot and even managed to get through the deep snow without falling.  Not many people were in church and I didn't expect there would be, but I was there and that's all that counted. 

It snowed the whole time I was in church and by the time we came out my car was covered. I cleaned it off, transferred the food to my friend's car, and slowly made my way home. The streets weren't in any better shape. I guess with it being Sunday, the city didn't feel the need to get the plow drivers out early. Although about the time I was ready to turn down my street, I did see one. 

Hmm, after writing all of this, I just had a thought. It would make a good scene for Aunt Beatrice Lulu. She hasn't been talking to me much lately. Maybe this would get her going. 

In the meantime, I can't wait for Spring.