It’s another snow day in Atlanta. This one caught some people by surprise. The roads are an icy mess. It all started yesterday about mid-day when, as the snow began to fall, people watched from their office windows, waiting anxiously for the word to abandon the office and head for home. For many, the word came too late. A big city full of people all headed home at the same time. With accidents collecting on the roads just about as fast as the snow and ice, the situation soon turned to complete gridlock. Millions of people were trying to get home or to their kids at school, but nobody was going anywhere.
At home in the snow
Interstates became icy parking lots, packed so tightly with cars that salt trucks could not even get through to do their job. People abandoned their cars and took shelter in nearby grocery stores, sleeping in aisles. Some children had to spend the night at school, others spent the night in a school bus. People are stuck at work. People are stuck at school. People are stuck on the road. And some people, are stuck at home.
As is the case with most things in life, it’s all about where you’re coming from, where you are, and where you are going. I am one of the fortunate ones who made it home from work yesterday afternoon. The office is closed today and I am stuck at home. At home, the snow is beautiful. At home it is warm. At home, it is quiet and peaceful. This winter snow, like other things in life, is either a trial or a blessing, depending on where you are. And if God is with you, no matter where you are, you are always home.
Jesus answered and said to him, “If anyone loves Me, he will keep My word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home with him.