This winter has been a winter for the record books. For the past 30 years, we really haven’t had very many cold winters in our area. That’s not to say we haven’t had snow; I have a photo book to prove we’ve had some real beauties. There has been a new normal for our temperature range. Al Gore and possibly two scientists have attributed it to Global Warming, others to Climate Change. All I have noticed in my little corner of the universe is that winter for the past 30 years has been much warmer than it used to be, and summers a lot hotter.
Until this summer. We barely reached 100 degrees, staying mostly in the upper 80’s and low 90’s. Compared to the previous summer, where most of July felt like living in a blast furnace, this past summer was delightful. For once, my garden was not incinerated by August, and I had the best canning season ever. Autumn arrived, and as the cool winds began to blow, I kept saying we were due for a good sock-em-in kind of winter.
Well, it came. Children across the country have spent many days out of school for snow and ice. It has been very cold as well. At our lowest, we were -4 degrees in my hometown, and I live in a southern state. Four days later we were a balmy 70 degrees. And so the weather has been all winter long. Bitter, bone-chilling spells of snow or ice, followed by unseasonal warm days.
The prevailing comment is, “I am so done with winter!” People are tired of the snow shovels, the snow blowers, the mess of snow clothes cluttering our living spaces. They are tired of not knowing how to drive in the snow, and coming to that realization in a 12-hour traffic jam.They are tired of cancelled flights, cancelled appointments, missed rendezvous. I am reminded of a commercial which stated, “We’re sick of it. Sick of it. We’re all sick of it.”The weather has been upsetting a lot of people this winter, and frankly, they will not be sorry to see it end.
There was a time that I too fumed about the weather, but my mind has changed in the maturity of life. I have come to the understanding that the weather will be whatever God sees fit to send us, and there isn’t a lot we can do about it. Griping about it only puts me in a funk, and is a useless waste of my time.
What would happen if, instead of complaining about the vagaries of the weather, we decided to simply embrace whatever comes, enjoying the sheer majesty and power of God’s display? I’m not saying to enjoy getting your town blown off the map by severe weather, but to stop the day-to-day whining about the weather that we all contribute to in conversation?
It may even change the outlook of our days.
Now, just let me put my snow shovel away. The sun is coming out.