Ice Storm

January 27

 

Everything is glare ice," creek, crack crash.  Branches are snapping off the trees like brittle spaghetti. It is still raining so

I retreat from the yard and stand under the overhang. There is a large crack and thud. A huge branch falls from the elm and is imbedded into the ground where I had been standing. I stare in disbelief.

Some would say 'thank your lucky stars.’ That is how I felt once, but now I say luck and stars has nothing to do with it.

 

“The very hairs of your head are numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows."  (Matthew 10:30-31)