Hit and Run

Snowman is no more.

I ran over our snowman while backing Vicki’s car out of the garage. Well, my kind of snowman, a rounded pile of shoveled snow, a snow blob with a cedar branch for his hat. It was not the first time I did some damage. Once before I plowed into my snowman’s butt knocking it completely off. This time, as you can see, it received a devastating blow. I fled with guilt into the sanctuary of our home.

Vicki heard my tail of woe.

But the accident did not seem to shake her up. She’s not into making snowmen in the cold. I tried several times to convince her to go out and make one for us. Told her “I will video as you shape the snow. It would make for a great post.” But no go! We bantered back and forth about the demise of my snowman. Its humorous telling lifted away the weight and drag of stuff I had been experiencing, dealing with the world and a few of God’s saints. The last two days have been trying.

The Spirit of God’s Son needs to remind me from time to time.

“We urge you, brothers and sisters, admonish the unruly, encourage the fainthearted, help the weak, be patient with everyone. See that no one repays another with evil for evil, but always seek what is good for one another and for all people. Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus. Do not quench the Spirit, do not utterly reject prophecies, but examine everything; hold firmly to that which is good, abstain from every form of evil.” (1 Thessalonians 5:14-22 NASB)

Maybe you needed a reminder too. All that is, “is the will of God for you (and me) in Christ Jesus.”

P.S. I will not be sending out invitations to my snowman’s funeral, Vicki said, “A funeral won’t be needed.”