When a Little Cold Weather Makes You See Clear

Like many across the country, we recently weathered an arctic cold front. I guess I should be specific about what sort of temperatures we’re talking about when I say arctic front since I did describe that one 52 degree October day as “frigid.”

We’re talking real, actual winter weather here. Like weather Central Texans should not have proper attire to go out in. The backyard thermometer read 8 degrees one morning. Central Texas doesn’t belong in the single digits. Ever.

I don’t think I do either. We’re an active and outdoorsy family but we were mostly inside for the three-day cold snap. The boys, two of them in particular, got very excited about the weather and did bundle up and venture out. They would be back inside in less than five minutes bringing the following breaking news report: it’s cold outside.

Thankfully, this time around, we had power and water and there was limited ice accumulation, so other than being trapped inside for about 72 hours with a pack of boys who were overdue to expend energy running and playing outside, it was an uneventful polar front.

As I sipped hot coffee in the warm house and looked out the frosted panes of glass in the window, I couldn’t help but marvel at the plants and animals that live here. In July, when it was 108° and we hadn’t had rain in weeks, I was looking at an oak tree in our yard thinking, “how do these trees live in this place?”

Now it’s January and literally 100 degrees colder and I’m looking at the same tree thinking the same thing. I don’t have a scientific answer for you. I also don’t understand how an elephant can get so big eating plants, how birds migrate (hopefully further south than here), or how we’re getting by with a nine-member family on one income.

You can talk adaptability all you want, but whether we’re talking about preserving trees through 100 degree swings in temperature or preserving families through an inflationary economy, I’m telling you we’re in the realm of providential care.

“Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?”

It’s a good thing too.

I look at our family and our history and there are more times than I can count where the numbers didn’t add up, the time wasn’t there, or the ability to handle things was lacking. And yet, here we are, cozy during a freeze, with not just food on the table but in the pantry too. We’ve also been inexplicably gifted with the wherewithal to navigate our family through many ups and downs.

I’m grateful that the Lord has blessed this family and thankful I don’t have to explain it.

Sometimes it takes a bitter winter to get some perspective, a cold snap to make reality snap into focus. Certainly the birds huddle closer together in a blizzard and are revealed to be more dependent than they felt in the easy abundance of spring. And if it takes a bitter wind to drive a family closer together, or make them better appreciate the daily bread they’re given, well, even this warm weather loving Texan will brave the cold.

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