Our dog demanded to go outside this morning before the sun rose. Stars shone in the inky sky above. Above each house on our street a white mist rose from each chimney. The crunch of the snow beneath my feet told much about the icy air that stung me between my wool hat and up turned collar. And immediately I remembered the wisdom of the Psalmist who did not have a well insulated house nor a gas furnace. “Who can withstand God’s icy blast?”
But the Psalmist did not stop with snow and hailstones. He anticipates spring when God sends his word that causes the waters to flow.
When have you looked beyond a current hardship?
He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes.
He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can withstand his icy blast?
He sends his word and melts them; he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.
Psalm 147:16-18 (NIV)