I sit here, looking out the window at a sight I had wished for for months. My nose hurts like the dickens from the bitter cold. I apply more and more lip balm every day to avoid my chapped lips from falling clean off. I endure dry, frizzy hair that constantly needs to be wetted. It seems that always at this time of year, I’m stuffy, congested, and over all, sick.
I long for the warm, carefree days spent in or by the pool in the summer. Days spent frolicking in the fields of green, luscious grass. There is no frolicking here. The grass is dead and cut short. The pool is covered. And most importantly, the temperature is in the teens. Even my car acknowledges that it’s cold by giving us a few short beeps when we leave the garage.
Each summer, I enjoy about the first week or so, but then, I find myself overcome with boredom. Hot days spent mainly inside trudge along, slow enough that I often wonder if time itself has stopped. And then, all too soon, school starts up again and I wish for summer, vacation, snow, anything that will break the norm of the school year. Once we get snow, about a day later, I want to be back in the regular pattern of school days, in warm, Virginia temperatures. The vicious cycle continues.
So I look at the snow, knowing that soon enough, I will be hoping for it again. When all is normal, when school starts back up again, when there is warmth outdoors. Though I wish it gone now, I know that once the snow is melted, I will be sorry for wishing it away so soon. Such is the nature of these things. Only after the deed is done do I realize how foolish it as. So hopefully, next time I look out the window at the snow, I can be thankful and enjoy what has fallen from the Lord’s storehouses.
Title from Passenger’s Let Her Go