Snowflakes were dropping slowly on my street when I was going to go out yesterday. It had been a frantic morning. I felt stressed and nervous. My heart was pounding fast, but when I saw the snowflakes dancing in the air, and listened the sudden silence on the street only broken by the kids giggles, my mood changed instantly. I calmed down. I think I smiled. What’s the secret of the fresh snow? Why are snowflakes dropping so relaxing? Even later, when I was struggling to keep my balance on the slippery streets, I continued smiling. I was enjoying the view of my city transformed in a tale town by the snowy white blanket. My stressful day had turned in a pleasant evening.
We have had a beautiful weekend. Windy, but sunny. Colourful flowers were already blooming in the park.
After a week of constant rains, we thought that we were going to finally have some nice days to walk around and enjoy the view and the city. We even had plans to take my mom out shopping in her wheelchair. She’s been secluded at home for too long because of the bad weather. It was a fleeting hope. Nature is whimsical. And today my window had this view.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, Silver white winters that melt into springs, These are a few of my favorite things.
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?
A night buried in snow? Chances are that I wouldn’t have survived. I guess I would have died frozen or suffocated, waiting for the rescue that will come too late.
What would be my thoughts in such a situation?
During WWII my father was made prisoner and their captors made a day execute him at dawn. My dad once told me that when he realized he was going to die in question of hours, first, came to his mind like a flash everything he have left at home and at his work unfinished. But that was only a second. Then, his mother and my mother who was his girlfriend then occupied all his thoughts. Finally, he realized he was going to die and meet his maker, so God filled his thoughts during those last hours waiting for the fatal moment. When he was aligned with the others convicted against the wall, a last-minute order arrived and he was spared.
I hope my thoughts would have been like my father’s: focused in my family and God. I would pray fervently asking as a first measure that the rescue teams have night equipment and arrive in time. Second, I would ask strength to overcome the ordeal. Third ask God to forgive my sins and have mercy of my soul to reach heaven after get definitely asleep under the snow.
What a dramatic prompt we had today!