So I thought that talking about the weather was a Saskatchewan pastime until I moved to Alberta and it turns out it everyone just talks about the weather, for lack of anything to really say. That is a strange lead up to what I am about to talk about, you guessed it the weather.
Weather happened in treeplanting. The first day I sunburned that mess out of my ears and back of my neck. Who knew the first day was going to be that hot? And it was hot all week. This week it freaking snowed. And not just a little, there was an inch of heavy, wet snow and it was snowing like a blizzard. It snowed until eleven and rained hard the rest of the day. Luckily I kept my core warm and my feet dry but all my other parts were freezing. At one point I was convinced, in my happy state of mind, that my hands would never get their feeling back. But I got through it and was successful that day. One plus side of the snow is that I assumed that it would kill all the bugs. Nope, not at all. Two days later the bugs were back redoubling their efforts to touch my face. Oh how that drives me nuts.
In spite of the weather I have been able to do some serious thinking. Aside from missing my beautiful Heather, so much I’ve been forced to re-examine much of my spiritual life. Another Puritan prayer that has stuck with me like a punch to the face is this:
My sin is not so much this or that particular evil,
But my continual separation, disunion,distance from thee
And having a loose spirit towards thee
~CHAD
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