Frozen

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Rebecca, Winter 2015

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….

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Just in case you missed the news, Minneapolis had a wind chill of -40 this week.

NEGATIVE FORTY.

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.

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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.

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