I may have shared this story with you before. I grew up south of Buffalo, NY – where it’s know to snow on occasion.
I remember very vividly the Blizzard of ’77. I was 7 years old, and I remember my parents watching TV, and looking outside at the snow that was falling. It looked like nothing but a swirling storm of white, like being in a snow globe that never stopped spinning.
As kids, we were growing increasingly excited – as news of school closures (for a period of time – yeah!) were broadcast, and news that there was going to be a lot of snow heading our way.
What was perplexing was the worried looks on my parent’s face. Why are you so worried?? This is AWESOME!!
The huge blizzard past, the incredible amount of snow turned out to not be as much fun as we thought it was going to be – because we couldn’t leave the house. I remember as each day past, some cabin fever was definitely starting to set in. There was no escape from my brothers.
I remember when my father was finally able to go out and shovel a path out the front door. At seven years old, that path was a wall of snow on either side of me. It was amazing.
The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer.
I think what has been especially hard during this pandemic is not seeing any horizon in the near future. I have many people around me weighing quality of life questions. Extended family longing to see each other, while people in households thinking a “little break might be nice.”
God will see us through. We will be able to meeting again, soon – step by step. God is our rock and our deliverer!
Remember that our worship of God is a way of life. It begins right now, with you and God in prayer. From that sacred place, worship with our God grows and extends to all God has called. It is God’s desire for us to meet again – take comfort in this truth. Amen!
~ Pastor Denise