He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes.
All last week, we stay tuned in to any change in the news of the winter storm slated to hit the Southeast by Friday night. The computer models, it appears, swing wildly from one end of the spectrum to the other, leaving meteorologists grasping at straws and changing their predictions as to when the storm will hit, and more critically, how much "white stuff" we'll see or not see when all is said and done.
Nonetheless, we, like all seasoned Southerners facing potentially icy weather, make sure our fridge and pantry are well stocked just in case we are snowed in for any length of time.
The post storm temperatures, predicted to drop into the teens, will freeze any moisture that has accumulated, making our steep driveway impassable. And who wants to walk to the grocery store in below freezing temps? Really!
Friday evening arrives at last, and my husband, Danny, and I are expecting, according to the latest forecast, anywhere between two to four inches of snow in our neck of the woods. Imagine our dismay when the precipitation begins as sleet! Nothing worse in the South, with all our towering pines with their pliant, vulnerable branches, than an ice storm.
We are relieved when at last the snow appears.
But we know there is already a sheet of slick and treacherous ice lurking beneath it.
Again, it sleets. Again, it snows. And this is the scenery that greets us the next day.
Yes,that's the ice-coated Driveway of Doom!
As folks begin sharing their snow pictures on Facebook, we realize, with not little surprise, that some locations in Georgia got walloped with snow, much more than we got, and others, nary a flake! Was this storm a hit or miss event, or what?
My daughter, Sarah, and son-in-law, John, live about sixteen miles northeast of us. Their snowfall, as you can tell from the photos, is much deeper than ours, and provides some chilly entertainment for the grand-girls.
Alexandra with Daddy
Looking a bit confused by the snow and bitter cold
Savannah exploring her new surroundings
And Virginia hamming it up!
And as I ponder this grand diversity of winter precipitation, I think that with all our computer technology, even the experts cannot accurately predict the weather. Let alone control it.
That's God's business. He spreads the snow and scatters the frost, however and wherever He wills.
As humans, we can prepare all we want for a storm's outcome.
But what we should prepare ourselves for is to be surprised by God.
Do you have a favorite snow memory? Please share in the comments.