Today is brought to you by...

...the letters S, N, O & W. The letters S, N, O, & W thought they had been able to go on vacation after a long season of being the letters of the day. However, they were sorely mistaken. 2" of the fluffy white stuff fell last night.

The irony of the situation (and also probably the reason why it snowed)? I had the studded winter tires taken off the Outback yesterday.

I noticed in the national weather forecast that they were calling for near 90-degree temperatures in Florida today. Given the choice, I think I'd rather be here.

On An Irrelevant Note...

I had to shovel our driveway yesterday. It's April, and I'm still having to shovel snow off our driveway.

It's not that I'm tired of snow - I'm not sure that I could ever be tired of snow - it's that, eventually, that snow is going to have to melt. And I really don't like breakup. It's slushy, slippery, messy, and very yucky. If we're going to have to go through it (and, duh, we do), I'd prefer it just happen - and happen fast.

There's still 6" of snow that needs to melt. I'm thinking we'll have green grass sometime in mid-May. If we're lucky.

Sometimes a few words can change everything...

Isn't it interesting how a few words can result in an incredible "ah-ha!" moment? I just had one of those, as a result of these words:

Why blame the dark for being dark?
It's far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it should be.
- Rob Bell

These words can be found on the last page, oddly enough in the 'Last Word' feature, of the March-April 2006 issue of Relevant Magazine. Maybe they hit me so hard because I so often find myself pointing my finger in irritation or upset at the darkness of the world and brokenness of the people around me. Where is the grace that was shown me, that should be flowing through me to others? Where is the desire on my part to see others lifted up and glorified? Don't get me wrong - I'm more than willing to work for others to be lifted up and glorified, as long as I get some of the credit.

The reality is that the light in my life does not shine as brightly as it ought. So, perhaps instead of pointing my finger at the darkness, I should be pointing it at myself, asking, "Where is the light?"