Deep Snow
About a week and a half ago, our valley experienced a heavy snow fall. It left a couple of feet of snow. Then the snow drifts were even deeper, some friends reported 3 to 4 feet. I heard other friends say it was the largest snowfall that we have had in several years.
It wreaked a lot of havoc. School was canceled, roads were in great need of plowing, especially where I work. The first day I worked in Sandy and my husband needed to drive me to work. Our gate would not close, we even dug snow away from the bottom chain and made sure the eye and reflector were clear (so we thought-we found out the next day there was another reflector that needed to be cleared.)
The next day, I worked at Magna West and the snow still had not been cleared, until later in the day. I found out our manager had to work incredibly hard to clear our exit gate, with difficulty and she was experiencing pain in one of her feet, that when she steps on it a certain way, she had excruciating pain. Then another manager came and got his car stuck in the snow and it took 30 minutes to dig himself out. Later that day, after the plow had been there moving a lot of snow, I got my car stuck. I tried to dig myself out, but it was later in the evening, and I walked back to the office to finish my daily chores. I called my husband to come and get me out.
Two days later, I came upon a great analogy. It started when one of our tenants who rent a spot in our field, came and told us he hit a trailer that was parked next to him. While my colleague helped him with an incident report, I went out to the field to get pictures. While the plow did move some of the snow out there, it was not complete, but I’ll exlain more of that in a minute.
I drove my car up to the spot that I thought the trailer was. I got out and started to walk around to the other side but realized the trailer was further down than I thought. The path did not get plowed, so I started to walk to where the trailer was indeed parked.
Walking through the deep snow, it was difficult. I knew that I needed to get to the trailer so I could get pictures of the damage, so I trudged on. I didn’t have boots, but it seemed okay. Each step was deep, and it was taking me forever, so I tried to go faster but I fell down. It was really difficult to to get up. First of all, it is difficult for me to get up even on the floor, let alone the snow. I couldn’t get a spot to push myself up as my hands kept sinking in the snow, then I couldn’t get a firm hand on the ground, so I crawled to a spot next to another trailer so I could get my hands on the back and pull myself up.
Then I found out when I got to the correct trailer, I could have walked from where my car was, with ease. The whole time I was laughing and making light of the situation. I mean, why would it be different? True there are times when I might have looked at the situation in such a good light. When I got there, I had a very difficult time catching my breath. I was reminded to breathe through my nose and slowly out my mouth.
I’m not going to tell any more about my work, especially since I have probably bored you enough already. Ha-ha.
The analogy I wanted to share came to me a few days after my trek through the snow. Life and our journey through it. It can be very hard. Sometimes we choose a harder way. What is our attitude like? Another thought was, could I have rolled over and made a snow angel? It would have flattened the snow so I could get a better foundation to stand up. I often choose to try and go through things by myself. Many times, choosing the harder or longer way. Am I working on my body to handle the physical challenges?
Most of all, am I reaching out or leaning onto the one who truly has what is needed to get through this life? Do I have solid ground under me?
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