I took a walk in the dark around my snow-laden neighborhood the first night my family was away. I was bored and a bit lonely, and I’d been in the house lazing around all day and felt the need to get out. The chilled air bit at me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel something. As I turned onto the stretch of road nearest to Lake Erie, the snow in my neighbors’ yards became taller–up to my waist–and almost like a pair of walls on either side of the road, boxing me in. It was strange and surreal to experience an area of the world I knew well like it was a completely new and different place.
The roads were clear enough, I noted as I padded along. My passage to work the following day would probably be fine. And it was. I spent the ensuing evening lazing around and wondering how I could contribute to society or the Kingdom Cause if I was just laying around the house, boxed in. I felt useless. Like I hadn’t done enough.
Yesterday, the snow started again, and it’s been like a heavenly dump truck is loosing a deluge of the devil’s dander ever since. I shoveled six inches off the driveway around four pm on Friday, and then asked my dad to tell me how to use the snow blower so I wouldn’t have to do that again in the morning before work.
I woke up early this morning, rolled out of bed, and used the snowblower like a champ. I got back inside and smelled like gas, but I didn’t have time to do anything other than spritz myself with some vanilla perfume and hope for the best. I changed, ate breakfast, bundled up, and ran out the door.
I pulled out of the driveway, quite proud of how clear it was, and I continued down the road. Not even ten feet from my house, I felt the car lodge on compacted snow and stop, refusing to move. I sighed, turned off the engine, and then started walking toward the house for a shovel when the inexplicable happened.
A neighbor I had never spoken to came over to help me, and called another one over too. They pushed my car and coached me through rocking it back and forth. They reassured me I was going to be fine.
We were in the middle of switching strategies when I called my boss to let her know my situation. She said the store’s power was out and we might not even be able to open. She said she’d keep me in the loop.
My neighbors started digging compacted snow and ice out from under my car, and I ran back to the house to get a shovel to help. In a few more minutes, they gave me a push, and I was able to navigate my car to the driveway before thanking them profusely. My family is miles away. Their kindness meant much to me. Several minutes later, I received a call. The store was closed because it didn’t have power. I wouldn’t have to drive in the weather after all.
It wasn’t lost on me, even as my neighbors were helping me, that the Lord was taking care of me. They happened to be outside when I got stuck, and they happened to be willing to help me. They didn’t even know my name, and yet they chose to stick with me for the better part of an hour. The Lord also let the power be out at my store so I wouldn’t have to go in. And I even got stuck near my house so I wouldn’t have driven all the way in only to find out I would have to drive back.
I write this almost on the verge of tears. Because Jehovah-jireh. The Lord does provide, even in the smallest of ways.