Friday, March 7, 2025, 25.9*. Snowing
This morning I opened the black-out drapes to a landscape coated white the painter still shaking drops of snow on His canvas. Mariah doing her best to distract, crashing trees together. She does not approve of evergreens wearing white this close to spring she wants to see green and there’s none on the ground, she wants to play with flowers now.
Accuweather: Snow for at least 120 minutes. The vehicle “experienced a rapid unscheduled disassembly,” sending a trail of debris through the sky over Florida and the Caribbean. A second consecutive failure…
I understand how web pages work the statistics that drive them. I didn’t ask for tragedy I asked for weather. At least the Space X flight was unmanned but what of those on the ground? There’s a difference in prose and in news – it exploded, it flew apart, it didn’t work! No wonder people are frantic, headlines in red banners, red the ultimate alarming, unsettling color. How many souls were shaken? How many dropped the fragile peace they'd been holding? How many took a deep slow breath? How many regained their balance? How many?
The painter continues work on His canvas. Mariah is not so frantic.
Understand what I say,
that the Lord shall give thee understanding
in all things.
2 Timothy 2:7 (Jubilee Bible)
Photo: LJ Austin
