It never gets old. Our capacity for surprise is never filled. No matter how many times we have experienced freezing cold, damaging winds, torrid heat and unbearable humidity we are always surprised when one of these events befalls us.
Take today. Lovely bright sunlight pouring through my east windows. I stepped outside and almost immediately frost formed on my mustache. Surprised? Of course. Why would one expect it to be thirty-five degrees below freezing on a January morning in Indiana? I mean it happens on an almost-annual basis and yet we somehow are surprised. Yet again.
The "news" media are full of it. (Read that again.) The weather readers go on and on about it. And on. Amazing, isn't it? That we have weather, I mean; and that we have winter weather in the winter time.
You know what surprises me? Another day in my life in any weather conditions. My father used to say of a man beyond three score and ten, "He's living on borrowed time." Yes, I am living, well past four score now, in that zone of life. Actually, this is scriptural, for the Bible says a man's years shall be seventy, eighty perhaps by dint of strength.
So this is me, heat, cold, wind, rain, or snow:
"Heavenly Father, I thank you for each day of my life, and I thank you now for this new day which You have granted me. I pray that I may honor You throughout this day and reflect Your grace and love to those I may encounter. Let it be so, in the name of Our Lord, Jesus Christ."
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