Didn't we already say goodbye?
I thought we even parted on good terms. You left to reign in another part of the world and bestowed a courteous bow to welcome lady spring.
Um, I do not mean to be rude, but . . . why are you still here?
Is there anything we can do for you? Did you leave something behind?
you are under the impression that we still need you and the lessons you
teach. We need to be tested like Job, to praise and thank God for
whatever He sends our way. A snow bomb is certainly preferable to a
pressure-cooker nail-filled bomb. Preferable to the destruction caused
by a fertilizer plant explosion, a powerful tornado, or crippling spring floods. I agree. These
tragic events are unspeakably horrific and in comparison we have nothing
to complain about. The blanket of snow was almost soothing to our aching hearts.
you sent was a perfect reminder of how fragile our lives are, and we
prayed as we gratefully huddled by the fire. Our time stranded inside
our warm homes was spent comfortably, not in fear like those in Boston,
with a man hunt taking place on the streets of the city. Our neighborhood was peaceful, hushed. No sirens, no gunshots.
And you know that we are aching to get outside for exercise. Instead of a family nature hike at the wildflower garden, we communed on the driveway with scooters and shovels. The family that shovels together stays together, isn't that what they say?
You also know that we still have those nasty "should" attitudes to cure. We stumbled through Easter, trying to muffle our grumbles about the chilly weather, but we didn't hide our disappointment too well. Now you are challenging us to toss out all of our expectations about what spring "should" be.
know how much character is being built on Minnesota tennis courts,
baseball and soccer fields. You gave those year-round outdoor runners
the ultimate challenge on Thursday. The Running Man we see every single day was out there
in the blizzard, running as faithfully as ever. I'm so proud of him,
aren't you? He was a welcome sight as I neared home, after driving for 90 minutes at 30 mph to get home from downtown Minneapolis.
You also know that I still have some "shoulds" that I actually need to pay attention to. As in, I should give my homeschooled kids a snow day if the public schools have one too.
Okay, I did that! See? I let them skip math, music practice, and reading time for an afternoon of sledding! My 5 year old declared that the experience was better than receiving birthday presents.
So, have we learned all the lessons you want to teach us? I hope so.
Thank you for your patience with us. Will you please leave us alone now? We release you.
Sincerely,Winter Weary Minnesotans