Considering I am back in frozen territory, it seems fitting that I should revive my writing from exactly 2 years ago.
“She is not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household is clothed with scarlet.”
Unlike the Proverbs 31 woman, I might be a little afraid of snow and my household may not be clothed in scarlet – but we are clothed none-the-less! Unfortunately, my winter attire is just as unfashionable as it was before….
Just in case you missed the news, Minneapolis had a wind chill of -40 this week.
This southern woman was not built for the cold. One doctor informed me that only crazy people choose to have a transplant during the winter in Minnesota. My almost, (albeit not-very-Christian) response was:
“Yes, because everyone who receives a transplant gets to choose which state and which time of the year they want to have their organs removed????”
I held my tongue though, as any dignified southern woman should, while I secretly hoped this doctor slipped on ice as he walked outside.
While on this very important topic of weather, I am also ashamed to admit this winter has forced me to enter into the world of ugly, unstylish dressing.
Oh the horror….
Being a Texan gal, I have a closet full of coats. Cute and fashionable coats. I cannot wait for the temperature to hit 60 degrees so I can wear them –
Yes, Minnesotans, you read that right, I said SIXTY. Not negative sixty, just a plain old fashioned six with a zero attached. You know, the kind of weather you northerners like to go swimming in….
The problem is, every cute coat that Rebecca and I own is utterly useless in this weather. We now piece together everything we have to come up with a mismatched, make-shift outfit that more or less resembles a multi-colored clown every time we walk outside. Any stylish clothing factor I thought I had is completely out the window in this state. I am quite sure if Minnesota had a magazine entitled ‘What Not To Wear’ – I would grace its cover.
I thought my eyelids were going to freeze shut yesterday walking outside for a few brief seconds. We were informed frost bite sets in less than ten minutes with these temperatures. So, to off-set this undesired fate, I donned four different varieties of ski hats, pulled over my eyes no-less, with their pom-pom ends flying up and down in four different directions.
As is that visualization was not bad enough, I saved the best part for last:
ONE OF THE FOUR HATS HAS A PICTURE OF ELSA FROM FROZEN SMACK DAB IN THE CENTER WITH A BLONDE BRAID THAT LIFTS WITH EACH PULL OF A STRING.
If you think I am kidding, I will include pictures. I should have let my eyes seal shut from the cold – it would have been far more dignified….
Needless to say, our ridiculous winter clothing choices have provided Rebecca and I countless moments of laughter. Our unexpected miracle of the week.
2 years later Rebecca and I are still laughing at our ever-increasing ridiculousness while slipping and sliding in the snow and STILL trying to keep our eyes from freezing shut. This time though, Rebecca is tube-free, insulin-free, and narcotic-free.
Another complete unexpected miracle.
Thank you Lord.
“The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him,” Nahum 1:7.