Solidarity was also born when neighbors helped one another get their cars out of snow drifts and running. I didn’t have a garage and one morning my car was surrounded by snow and it was likely icy underneath the tires. People I hadn’t met helped me rock the car, pushed it and yelled, “Floor it!” I did and I got to my job that day because of them. Once at work everyone commiserated about the weather. “How long did it take you to get here?” “Which side of the street can we park on legally today?” “What was the temperature when you left your house?” Kinship born out of shared survival.
Even though I love winter, this year it’s wearing on me. It helps to remind myself of the ways God breaks through my winter weariness: my husband doing most of the shoveling; the warm camaraderie with others braving the freezing wind; and the wonderment of piled high snow and sun streaming around me.
Author: Mary Beth Sarhatt