I woke up to the sounds of rain this morning. The feeling was profoundly wonderful. "Rain!" I thought, "It's only raining...not snow!" And in my heart I felt a tiny voice say, "I will never give you more than you can handle...and I'll always give you a way out." I smiled. God loves us so much.
Perhaps that seems a bit mellow dramatic for anyone to think or say about the arrival of rain or snow. But to understand this, you'd have to have lived somewhere this winter like New York, where we have been hit with I believe 11 storms now. There has been so much snow that we have not had a week without disruptions of epic proportions. We are exhausated from shoveling, salting, trudging through the thick, treading carefully over the ice slicks...and shoveling again.
The thing is, as the little voice from above spoke in my heart, I knew He was right. Yesterday for the first time in over a month, because of warm 40 degree weather, we actually saw a few sections of grass peeking out where the plows had been closest to the ground on the driveway. Portions of the snow mounds had melted away, just enough to show off slices of grassy ground. And it was enough to make the Lemonade family exclaim, "I see grass!"
As I woke up to the sounds of rain and heard in my heart those precious words, I couldn't help but smile because I knew that our God...the one who controls the store houses of snow, truly wouldn't let me suffer "too much". He understands we are tired. Afterall, He sent me 40 degree weather yesterday and made rain fall to melt away some of that treacherous ice and snow. He even showed me some grass, as if to say..."It's coming, the spring time will come and release you again...there is still hope."
I held onto that thought as I began my day. And when I went to open the curtains at the window, I gasped... the rain had turned to snow. And the snow was sticking. Again.
I wanted to yell, "Hey God, what about not giving me more than I can handle!!?" But then, quietly. Somewhere in the silence of that moment, I remembered humbly... He won't give me more than I can handle. This snow will stick for a moment, a day, maybe a week...but He will make a way out. Spring will come. There will be warmth down the road...again.
It's snowing again in Lemonade country. He says I can handle it.