Snowbound! The word describes our plight these past three days. A
two-day spring snowstorm left the white stuff piled 30 inches deep -
and deeper where wind had blown it into drifts. We've been stranded in
our mountain cabin for over two days. But with schools and businesses
all closed due to the blizzard, where would we go even if we could
leave?
I shoveled heavy, wet snow for nine hours Wednesday. My back, arms
and shoulders ached all night. I shoveled more yesterday. And while I
shoveled I gave thanks.
Why? Because we always have two choices: to complain or to look for
the good hidden in the problem. Difficulties often disguise blessings.
And I realized some important facts yesterday about the snowstorm that
encouraged me, even as I shoveled.
First, we finally received much-needed moisture. Sure, it came all at
once, but after last summer's forest fires I knew I could never
complain about rain or snow in Colorado Rockies again.
Second, I am thankful I am able to work. I have good health and the
fresh air probably did me more good than a typical day with my
computer.
I am also thankful that the snow was temporary! Problems may come,
but it helps me to remember that they almost always pass, too. In
June, the blizzard will be a distant memory.
Finally, I spent time yesterday working with neighbors to clear a
road to our homes. Adversity brought us together. Too many weeks pass
without much more contact than a nod or a wave -- and now we talked.
I am thankful for the opportunity to do what I have not allowed enough
time previously to do.
So I shoveled -- and I gave thanks. But let's see how I do today...
it snowed again last night.
Steve Goodier