Thursday, January 31, 2013

"and round about him a raging storm"

We got up at 4am --left at 4:45am --and drove Deacon to the airport in Rapid... it was -11 degrees when we left --it's not much warmer than that now.... It was a real hair-raiser of a drive. The winds are about 30mph with gusts up to 45mph which brings the wind chill factor to about -45 degrees --yes, really.... and that kind of wind moves the snow, so in protected places in the road, all of a sudden the drifts can be two feet deep.... And, then there was a snow storm here in Rapid over night and the city is a snowy mess --folks sliding all over the road... well, those with rear wheel or front wheel drive only --which seems to be a surprising number of people given the territory.

The driving conditions were so extreme, we used up twice the amount of gas we usually use --so almost ran out --went in to a station at 6am, and the card readers were frozen up and not responsive... almost freaked out... drove around to the other side of the pumps, and the card readers were full of snow.... but they worked.... It was a real knuckle-white drive.... but we did get Deacon to the airport on time.

And, so, now we have chosen Starbuck's for some fortification --with breakfast. We have to figure out where to walk the dogs.... in the snow and freezing cold....

And, I'm going to drop by and see D in the hospital here --recovering from amputation of his leg below the knee....

And, I'm giving thanks for the safe drive, the startling vistas, the amazing cold, and a decent car with 4-wheel drive....

At prayer this morning (portions of psalm 50)

The LORD, the God of gods, has spoken; *
he has called the earth from the rising of the sun to its setting.
Out of Zion, perfect in its beauty, *
God reveals himself in glory.
Our God will come and will not keep silence; *
before him there is a consuming flame,
and round about him a raging storm.
He calls the heavens and the earth from above *

I will take no bull-calf from your stalls, *
nor he-goats out of your pens;
For all the beasts of the forest are mine, *
the herds in their thousands upon the hills.
I know every bird in the sky, *
and the creatures of the fields are in my sight.
If I were hungry, I would not tell you, *
for the whole world is mine and all that is in it.
Do you think I eat the flesh of bulls, *
or drink the blood of goats?
Offer to God a sacrifice of thanksgiving *
and make good your vows to the Most High.
Call upon me in the day of trouble; *
I will deliver you, and you shall honor me.”

There we are! "and round about him a raging storm"
Peace out.

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