Snow

There is always so much that I want to share about, even with quarantine happening. So many things have taken place in my house–whether they are funny or total God moments, or even things that I think that you all would enjoy and try for yourselves. And while thinking about what to write for you guys this week, I decided I wanted to share about God’s goodness once again.

As many of you know, I live in Pennsylvania. However, I have a grandfather that lives in New York by himself with his dog Abbie (my dog’s sister). My mom and our family have been concerned about him, because he was very difficult to get ahold of my grandpa because he didn’t know how to use his phone, and it turned out that he was having serious sciatic nerve pain.

Last Thursday, around eight in the morning after I had finished working out and showering, I found out that my mom was going to go and drive seven hours to be with my grandpa for a few days. I decided, impromptu, to join her on this adventure. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do.

And so we drove seven hours to Jamestown, New York, and we got to visit Grandpa. He was doing better, but needed help to take care of his house and running errands since it wasn’t necessarily safe for him to be out in public. So, of course, we helped him with those things. We organized his house, shopped for groceries and new house appliances (of course we wore gloves and masks)–the works.

Friday comes. And, of course, it’s the end of April. We are supposed to be in spring, but God did something cool instead. It snowed like crazy.

For those of you who did not know, I did not have Christmas with my family in Pennsylvania. Instead I was in Mexico City with my friends. During that time, although I had so much fun, one thing I was sad that I did not get to see was snow. I love snow. I love building snowmen, having snowball fights, ice skating, and hiking in the snow. With this snow that came to New York–which, I promise, never happens this late in April–I was elated. 

I made me feel so happy, and I had so much peace with the snow. I went on a two-hour walk with my mom, and the snow was gorgeous and fun to walk in. After that, my mom and I threw snowballs at the window to get my grandpa’s attention. It was so funny. He was really confused with where the sound was coming from.

And, of course, I was so excited, that I built of snowman. It was as tall as me by the time I finished it. And then it fell over. And then I rebuilt it. Afterward, I made brownies. I was so filled with excitement and energy that I had to do something. 

Now I am back in Pennsylvania. I have so many pictures from these moments that I get to look back on and cherish. During this quarantine, I am thankful to have been given this opportunity to enjoy something like this in the midst of what to many people is stressful or lonely. But having snow was another reminder is that I am not alone, and that I never really need to be bored because God is with me, and Holy Spirit is with me, and Jesus is with me because they are fun. And that is something I truly value.