When You Get Hit With a Snowball

“Accept the way God does things, for who can straighten what he has made crooked?”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭7:13‬ ‭

Our unseasonably cool weather has produced an unseasonable outdoor activity.

Snowmen!!

In October!

Adults may not see the delights of such an occurrence, but the littles have been ecstatic.

“Did you notice, Mrs. Lowes? It’s a winter wonderland out there!!”

Oh, yes. Yes, I noticed. I noticed when I had to scrape the ice off my windshield. I noticed when the highway was a curling rink. I noticed when my traction control cut in as my summer tires made contact with said highway.

But it was now recess.

And the snowmen came to life – big, small, lopsided, grinning crazily, an entire snowy army was produced by an army of industrious and delighted littles in record time.

They worked. Diligently, they created. Consumed in the task, they worked with a will and a spirit of pioneer cooperation that the older generations would have been truly tickled to see.

And then, it happened.

I noticed the gentle drip drip dripping off the roof during Math.

Then when we headed back outdoors later in the afternoon, there were more troublesome signs. The sidewalk was clear. There was very little snow to be seen on the ground, in fact.

I became concerned for the welfare of the mini snow person army.

My misgivings did not steer me wrong.

Dismay was plastered on every littles’ face when we got close enough and saw the gaping jaws, sightless heads, leaning torsos of what remained of all their creative flurry.

A stunned silence ensued.

And then it happened.

“Let’s crush them!”

There was a roar and a mass movement forward as the troops were called forth to do battle. The entire platoon of snowy friends was dismantled under size six snow boots in about a minute and a half. Grins and cheers rose in a final exultant whoop, and they were off.

They had noticed the puddles…

And I, I whose complaints had silently risen at the icy fate I had been dealt, saw firsthand what a life of faith could truly be like.

Adaptable. Something changed?? Let’s switch gears!

Joyful. This surprise may be a gift in disguise! Let’s enjoy it!

An opportunity to work in community. What can we do together in this new situation? How can we learn from each other’s skills that will take us to the next level?

A chance to practice positive thinking. All our work has been destroyed? What new opportunities are lurking in the shadows?

There are very few things we are in control of.

The weather. The opinions and actions of others. Pandemics. Our genetic makeup, the drivers on the street, job availability, the stock market.

But my attitude??

That is within my reach.

I don’t like change. I don’t like thinking quickly on my feet. And there has been nothing but change and the need to adjust on the go in this season of pandemic education.

I saw something so beautiful and free and joyful in my littles as they navigated those curveballs (snowballs?) on the playground.

I’m thinking I could take a step in that direction, learn to let go of my expectations (it’s not supposed to snow in October!) and learn to make snowmen.

Learn to adapt to change with me?

Father, the older I get, the harder it is to respond easily and with a happy heart to change – especially hard change! Help me to remember these littles and their joy in the snow. I want to meet life’s ‘curveballs/snowballs’ with dignity and an open heart! Amen.

Published by melodylowes

I am actually a bit of a mess. But in the mess, I’m finding security in knowing I am chosen, I am forgiven, and I matter. After uncovering a history of abuse in my past, I have done a lot of healing - and writing is one way I can invite you deeper into your own healing journey! I write devotionals about the complicated thing called life at growing-in-grace.ca, and my poetry is stashed at melodylowes.com. Pull up a chair and a coffee or tea and let's grow together!

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