“She wanted to kiss the hurt away, but knew from her own life
that it would always be there.
The sadness would remain, but it would exist next to new, buoyant memories.
He had come through his own fiery trial as she had hers, not unscathed,
but forged into something altogether different and stronger.”
Sharon Kay, Wicked Wind
(Clingman’s peak / North Carolina/ Julie Cook/ 2022)
Winter storm Elliott has certainly made his, her, its presence known from west to east
and south to north…
Raging winds, dangerous ice, blizzard snows, deadly windchill
only to be followed by power outages, ruptured pipes, dead batteries and delayed travel…
right on cue for both Christmas and Hanukkah…
Misery likes company, or so they say,
so I suspect we’re all in pretty good company right about now.
The troubles in my little neck of the woods is the hurricane force like winds and
the negative windchills. Nothing like frostbite taking place within 10 minutes on
exposed skin out in this mess.
Perched on the northwestern side of this mountain I now call home,
it seems to make for some mighty wicked winds during normal conditions…
throw in a winter cyclone and well, it’s
nothing like anything I’ve ever exactly experienced before.
However as the good girl scout I was taught to be, I have prepared.
There is a generator up and running.
I put down rugged traction metal treads on the outdoor stairs.
I bought a chainsaw, axe and tow rope.
I have two 4 x 6 metal stacks full of seasoned firewood wrapped tightly
to keep it all dry.
I have either removed and brought inside or bungee-corded and strapped down
all outdoor items that might choose to become projectiles in such winds.
I have a new car battery and new tires.
I have the pantry, fridge and freezers all filled.
I am thankful that I was able to prepare and thankful
now to have a safe warm place in which to shelter.
And so now I hunker down.
Yet I can’t help but notice that in all of this life and death storm business—
the sky is currently a bright Carolina blue and the
sun shines brightly high in the sky.
Clouds blanket the nearby mountain range but at least my little
corner remains clear.
This is just part and parcel of a new normal.
My new normal.
And I must say that there is a deep sense of satisfaction in knowing
that one can weather a storm…be that an actual storm or simply one of life’s
Most often that satisfaction comes only after the storm has
subsided and passed…not during the height of the tumult.
And it is in all of the hindsight following such a storm,
a storm that life seems to constantly bring our way, that we
actually discover that our mettle has been tested…
We know all too well that the fire we have passed through was most certainly hot…
and whereas we were not necessarily left fully or wholly intact, let alone left
unscathed, we realize however that we have been forged into
something altogether different and blessedly…we have been forged into
something altogether so much stronger than ever before.
So here’s to weathering our storms…
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.
Merry Christmas, Julie! Stay warm.
To you as well Gabrielle — very Merry Christmas and you stay warm – I saw where another storm was as in your neck of the woods!!
Tomorrow’s post I’ll be more Christmas oriented— it’s just that these gale force winds make concentrating on things other than not blowing away a tad difficult 😂
Only those of us who are true to God’s word can understand we Have to go through the storm to come out on the other side. Merry Christmas dear blog friend and God’s continued blessings on you.
I think that why despite knowing the hardships of these storms, those of us who are Believers keep going—we know that even in despair, we have both Hope as well as a life line—
Merry Christmas Beverly!!!!
Hang in there …the best is yet to come.
I hope this storm passes quickly and that you manage it just as you have done with all those in the past year. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas Karen!!!!
All the storms of life have an ending. A point where we get off and start over again. You are in the starting over part of your journey and I know God has a terrific plan for your future. Love you and praying for a blessed Christmas and a wonderful new year.
Glad to hear that you are safe and warm. I kept hearing how so many people had to get out of the house in the storm to finish their shopping. They would never have to leave the house if they had been prepared, with the presents already wrapped and under the tree, but I guess it would be “naughty” to mention that. Have a blessed Christmas.
Merry Christmas Mark!!!
And a Merry Christmas to you, too. Stay warm.