snow falls on streets

The snow fell late into the night and all through the next day, leaving the city of Edmonton wrapped in the cozy stillness called winter. Choir concert cancelled, yet a sigh escapes in thankfulness for an evening nestled at home, sipping green tea and selecting next year's courses. Driving through the streets piled with snow nearly a foot-high, I am reminded of living in Ontario's "snow belt", Huron County. Many times throughout my high school years I was storm-stayed in another town, the country air filled with flurries too thick and heavy to penetrate with the eyes. That was home...

I've been thinking about home a lot lately. I don't like to think that I'm home sick, because I've hardly ever been so. It's just that I don't think I'm able to go home until August, but with all that's going on there I want to be back in Blyth this week. I don't know what I could do to help matters at all, but I just feel helpless and, well, selfish, being here, living life as if everyone in my family is doing as well as I am. The Lord has been assuring me that His timing is perfect. He will also be working good out of situations, no matter how pointless they may seem to me.