Open my eyes, Lord
January 6, 2014 | My Jottings
Well, this “polar vortex” that’s been on the national news has caused our wind chill temperatures to fall to -61 degrees this morning. Unbelievable. I’m ready to emigrate. Alaska sounds balmy right about now and indeed would be a more temperate place to live. When we let the dogs out to go potty they can only be out for less than one minute before their feet start to freeze and they have trouble walking. I’m sure the neighbors found it interesting when I was out on the front deck in my plaid flannel nightgown this morning half bent over at the waist, clapping my hands and urgently calling our Schnauzers to hurry, hurry, go potty, come back in Edith, come on Millie! Then there was more Schnauzer butt-cleaning once Edith was back inside. People who don’t have garages are finding their cars dead this morning. Our governor ordered all schools closed today because of the danger of exposing our skin to the bitterly cold air. But we Minnesotans have our hands held over our eyes, bravely scanning the weather horizon, because by Thursday of this week we’re supposed to be back in the twenties above zero, and that will make us feel giddy and like kicking our heels up. T-shirt weather, some will say.
Edith is still sick and I’ll be taking her to the vet today. I’m supposed to follow her out into the dangerous, flesh-freezing air and knee-deep snow, catch some of her diarrhea before it gets mingled with the snow, and take it to the vet with us. I know that with God all things are possible but I just don’t know about this task.
Yesterday my daughter Sara asked if I had a few minutes to watch something on her laptop, and of course I said yes. She and I sat on my bed and watched this short video of a pastor named Ed. By the time it was over, we were both crying. Watching it was one of those lens-changers for me, when the cloudy lenses I was looking through were taken off and exchanged for some clearer, sharper ones. I hope you’ll watch this and tell me what you think.
This message reminded me that just because Michael is sick doesn’t mean that each day isn’t still full of possibilities. I might need to wear some strong lenses in order to discern what those possibilities are, but they’re there, and I’m thankful this video so gently and powerfully spoke to my heart. Sometimes I need the Lord to open my eyes to what He’s doing in our lives. Sometimes I need the Lord to open my eyes about why we live in northern Minnesota. 🙂
Maybe there’s someone you know who would benefit from seeing part of Pastor Ed’s story too. Feel free to point them to this video.
Wherever you are, I send a wave from The Great Frozen North and thank you for stopping by here today….