It is January 10th in Minnesota. In a normal year there should be a couple of feet of snow outside. In a normal year we should be bundling up in boots, heavy coats and warm gloves before heading out to the elements. Not today and not this week. You see in these parts right now it is raining. The snow men our kids built at Christmas time are melting. The ice globes we spent time creating with our power drills are slowing disappearing into oblivion. The 1000 dollar snow blower we're still making payments on is sitting in our garages unused and the snow mobiles we thought we would be using every day this winter are now under a tarp hopefully waiting for the next snow storm. There is no storm in the forecast.
What we have instead is rain. Lots of rain. Rain that should be falling in the south like it normally would in any normal year. I suppose I should be looking at the bright side of this rain. Milder temperatures means our winter clothing won't be wearing out and our cars will keep on running without those nasty car parts tending to go out when the coldest of the cold weather appears. It seems that we are never satisfied with the weather. It is either too hot, too cold, too dry, and two wet. We are never content it seems.
I am reminded that when we enter into our final home of heaven we will experience the best of the best weather, either that or we won't have the capacity to be disgruntle and dissatisfied. As I sit down looking out the window at the pitter patter of reain drops hitting the surface of the ground somehow the words to this song came to me.
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