What does one do when it’s still waist deep snow and below zero? Snowmobile – or snowshoe as we discovered yesterday when our sleds got buried too deep to keep going. These new sleds aren’t light and lifting a five hundred plus pound snowmobile out of a hole is no longer fun. Never was – but I could do it with those older lighter sleds back-in-the-day. Anyway, we walked home for a shovel and got out. From then on we did as I used to do when living in Alaska: I carried a folding shovel and snowshoes on the back. Only had to use them one more time.
|Lee’s graduation day with his young bride|
Here’s the visual that was in my head as I rode home that evening – accompanied by thoughts like: “Did I really need a theological degree from college to go snowmobiling in the snow and cold?” and “Aren’t there lost people in warmer climates?” Then it struck me: Perhaps life is just a matter of degrees (pun intended).
And then I imagined God saying,”So bloom where you’re planted, Lee.”
“OK, God” I said, and rode on.