Last Friday my K5 class, and Mrs. Nill's 1st and 2nd grade, went on a community helper's field trip around the town. Our first stop was the library, where one of the worker's read the children a couple of stories, and then it was on to the police station. All the children got a really neat looking hat, watched a short clip on the life of a policeman, and then we went down to take a look at the prison cells. The police officer taking us around told us they had to move a 'bad guy' so the children could see into the jails. They certainly were not very homey, with only a hard cot and a toilet filling the tiny space. None of the children expressed in interest in staying in the rooms for long so we moved onto last part of the trip - checking out a police car. When that tour was finished, we drove over to the fire department and had a look around their headquarters. As I was listening to the lieutenant tell us about how the trucks work and showed us all the compartments that held their tools and hoses, I thought, and prayed a little bit, that maybe a call would come through so we could see one of the trucks in action. I did not specify in my prayer what exactly I wanted, and one thing I have learned over the years is that sometimes we need to be very specific in our requests. As we were finishing up, a call came over the loudspeaker with an emergency call. I winced when I heard that a pedestrian had been hit by a car in the parking lot and immediately my thought was, "Was that my fault?" Now, I know God knows the future, and He knew what was going to happen before I even asked the request, but I could not help wonder if I may have caused that poor person's accident.
I cannot help but wonder if this snow is a little bit my fault too. Well, I must admit I do not feel guilty about the snowstorm, and I am feeling a little disappointed it is not coming down harder at this time. A few little flakes are blowing around, but I am sure it will pick up overnight and give us a surprise in the morning. Two years ago we woke up to three feet of snow on the ground and we were snowed in for a couple of days at least. THAT was the storm of the century. Maybe this is a big storm, but unless we get four feet, nothing will compare to that last one. And yes, I admit I prayed for some snow, but this is winter. And it is only January.
So, sorry if the snow was all my fault. All I can say is God knows the future and whatever happens it is in His hands. He will watch over us through this all and may He use this storm to bring you closer to Him and to your family.