Well . . . the blizzard hit with a fury that hasn’t been seen in these parts in over ten years. And we survived. We’ve had lots of local friends call and ask if we still like it in Fargo.
In a phrase: We love it! And with great enthusiasm did I leave the confines of my flannel covered bed to trek out into the wild to deal with the five foot snow drifts that gathered in my driveway. It was time to crank up the snow blower and get to work.
Only the snow blower wouldn’t start because I didn’t know what I was doing. Uffdah! as they say in these parts. And it was then that I petitioned the Master of the snow and the snow blowers for mercy. “Father, I have a lot of snow to deal with. Could you please help me figure out why this won’t start” (by the way . . . it had been working fine just a day or two before).
So I prayed, tried once again to start the thing, and believing it futile began to apply a shovel to the mounds of snow like one takes a spoon to a bowl of vanilla ice cream.
One minute passed.
And then, much to my joy, an angel in Carharts drove up in his four-wheel drive pick-up truck. “I just wanted to see if you needed anything this morning,” my dear friend said to me, hiking up the driveway to where I stood. It was then, at that moment, that I deftly pointed a gloved finger at the snow blower. In less than one minute it was up and running and we were off to the races.
So it is that I’m reminded, yet again, how God loves to answer our prayers. Even those that are so seemingly small and insignificant. Indeed, God is magnificent, and very attentive to our every need.
If only I’ll remember that in the really big things of life.