It’s a little hard to see, but this photo features a huge icicle. It’s the biggest one hanging off the roof of our church. About nine feet long. Now, I love winter, and I’m not afraid of a good snowstorm. Twelve years in Wisconsin changes one’s perspective on things frosty, mostly for the better.
But the last few weeks have been taxing. The shoveling, the hacking away at ice, the kids home from school again & again & again, the deep, unexpected puddles that send freezing liquid straight through ye olde leather boots. Our church is all about hospitality. So it’s stressful being completely unable to offer it to anyone for whom snow and ice pose a challenge on a path.
Most folks I know are rather frayed around the edges. Quick to snap. I’ve been pretty snappy, too. So I want to thank everyone for putting up with me. And I want to thank a lovely young woman in Watertown who destroyed the rear view window on my car. She was genuinely apologetic, promised to send me a check, and sent me a check. Breathe in, breathe out. Apologize. Take responsibility. Wait for the icicles to melt. They will.