Last night the rain fell. We could hear the booms of thunder for the first time in our new home. The patter of rainfall against the crunchy snow, our deck, our roof top, was comforting. Lightening zig zagged across the sky.
In the morning we woke to the evergreens and posts along our fence stacked with white snow.
The seasons are confusing in Minnesota. Are we winter or spring? Cold or hot? Gray or sunny?
Out in society we are matching the confusion. At Lutheran Church masks still cover faces. Last week at the new Catholic Church we tried (because it’s near us) most were mask free.
The boys’ school has now dropped the mask mandate but when I skip in to my local coffee shop a sign requires masks vaccinated or unvaccinated.
This isn’t new – this confusion. I think it’s why nature shook rain and snow down onto us. As frustration continues to build God laughs and reminds us, “welcome to this world you have lived in for years now; everything is simple but all is complicated.”
Awesome.
The snowplow didn’t come until the afternoon. My guess is the operator was confused as well. Do I bring salt or attach the plow? Do I wear a mask when I grab coffee but take it off when I eat breakfast?
It’s why we are created to sleep at the end of the day. After days spent trying to understand and step through the tangled hurdles of life all of us need to take a long break; rest and recover from the confusion.
Then we wake up refreshed and eager to tackle the latest and greatest conundrum we’ve been given. And since sleep offers us dreams to sort through the balls of tangled excitement from the day we’ve lived through.
This morning, for example, I solved all life’s problems after waking from the dream where it was revealed to me all I needed to do was take a trip to Ireland with my brother and mother in law.
Life. Solved.
Embracing Next 