The snow has temporarily quit, probably because there's no water left in the ocean. I've done enough complaining for you to know that I have spent every free minute (read Scotty's asleep and Grant's off the toilet) for the past two days shoveling snow. So this afternoon, before I opened the garage door to start Round 2, I said a little prayer, "Please give me the strength to finish."
Notice I didn't ask for the snow to disappear, although that would have been the smart thing to do. So, out I went ... sore and tired, but determined. We had at least another fresh eight inches since the morning. It was like I had never shoveled at all. But if you looked around at the houses where no one had completed a morning shift, you would see that they were buried in two feet. Eight inches, nonetheless, is not fun. And to be honest, I am running out of places to put it. I need someone to take it away, like they do in Minnesota. Big trucks haul the snow off the roads and to some snow dump, otherwise the snow would stay piled on the roads until ... I don't know, June?
About half-way through clearing the driveway, I saw my next door neighbor pull into his driveway with his truck. I thought he was nuts to be driving about in this weather. Less than five minutes later, he was in my driveway with his brand new snow plow. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I could because he's a nice guy. But it was just one of those times when you don't expect something really great and sweet and amazing to happen to you ... but then it does, and it feels like a miracle.
It's nice to know that God answers prayers, and that he does it by convincing my neighbors to plow my driveway. I needed that today.
3 comments:
It's the small things in life that we find out are really the big things. What a wonderful neighbor. Not that you need one more thing to do but I hope a batch of cinnamon rolls will arrive at the man's house as soon as you recover.
One year Randy left on the morning that a huge snow storm had laid a ton of snow. I did what I though best... called Sears, told them to bring me any snowplow they had available, and put it on my credit. Needless to say, my neighbor said he'd do it for me if he could use it on his too. That year, we lent it out to all of our neighbors and never had to do our own!
Hey and maybe if you give him a batch of your cinnamon rolls, he'll keep the snow off your sidewalks. Sounds like a good deal to me!
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