When The Storm Ends

Last weekend a blizzard howls through my sister's yard. Before the night was over, she could not get out of her house. She was alone. She is almost 70. Her husband was gone. Would the power go out? Would she loose her only source of heat before the blizzard would end in another 24 hours?

Totally snow bound. Every door held shut by snow.

The snow was sticking to the east windows creating a strange darkenss. I called several times to make sure she was holding up okay. One more night to go ...

The next day a neighbor could be heard in the front yard. He arrived with a truck which could scoop up the snow, clearing the long driveway, unplugging the garage, finding the sidewalk, and opening the doors.

Relief. The storm had ended. Help had come.

Now, a week later, none of the snow has melted as the freezing weather continues. But today my sister and grandson play. Her heart is lighter, visibility has returned and she takes time to dig a snow cave. The very thing that was threatening her, can now become 'fun'.

Is life your snow? Is God your neighbor? Have you learned to play again?