OK, we are on the cusp of March, Lord, don’t you think that zero is plenty cool out there. We really need the kids to be OUTSIDE real soon or I’m going to need one of those white coats with the arms that tie in the back. As a matter of fact we might need 500 of those, please.
We almost build community some days by complaining about the weather. It is a common issue, on which we pretty much all agree these days, so it gives us a cause to moan and groan together.
But…..there are a few things in life that are so totally beyond our individual control, that we know God is clearly in charge; weather is one, health often another. Weather, God must care about it a good deal as it affects us quite profoundly. If it matters to us, it surely matters to Him. If he cares about the number of hairs on our head and sparrows, the weather seems a whole lot more important than that. He, in His wisdom, knows what we need, and he chose today’s weather for today. Some days it is a gift, other days we probably have other language that we might choose to use for the day’s weather. But when we put it in the context of His choice for today, it changes.
Lord, your vision is a whole lot wider than mine, as is your wisdom, power and many other things. You send us many good gifts today, along with a few crosses for my sanctification. Help me receive them both well. Lord, that includes the weather whether it is a perceived gift or cross, help me not complain, but accept this along with all your other gifts for today with gratitude. A day will come soon enough when I’m buried below the dirt and weather isn’t going to matter one iota to my mortal remains, until then, help me to grow in gratitude for your gifts, both great and small, and in particular for the weather, and the gift of another day above the ground where I can feel it.
A friend just sent me this work of prose which seems the perfect closure for a blog on weather:
And God created the Midwest
On the sixth day, God turned to Archangel Gabriel and said, “Today I am going to create an area of land called The Midwest. It will be a land of outstanding natural beauty. It shall have tall hills and rolling plains full of game and eagles, beautiful sparkling lakes bountiful with bass and streams full of trout, forests full of deer and turkeys, valleys with fertile soil with an abundant nutrients to grow things, and rivers teeming with fish.”
God continued, “I shall make the land rich in resources so as to make the inhabitants prosper, I shall call these inhabitants Midwesterners, and they shall be known as the most friendly people on the earth.”
“But Lord,” asked Gabriel, “don’t you think you are being too generous to these Midwesterners??”
“Not really,” replied God.. “Just wait and see the winters I am going to give them!”
In His Love,
Sister Mary Michael
St. Peter Principal