The wind howled outside our townhouse
as I sat there in the dark that February night many years ago.
I stepped to the window to look outside.
huge piles of snow had drifted across the street,
and over our car.
Now without electricity it would only be a short time until we’d feel the bitter cold inside.
Upstairs my little daughter slept under the soft blankets.
Without a worry
or a care.
It was late but I knew in an instant that we could not stay there for the night.
We had to get to a place where there was heat.
I called my parents who lived a few blocks from us
and breathed a sigh of relief hearing that they still had heat.
The glass rattled as the wind blew hard against our house.
If only I could make it through the drifts to their home.
‘all through the day and night we’re in His Hands’
the chorus played in my head.
Certainly we could make it.
We were not alone.
Upstairs I crept and woke my little one
dressed her sleepy body
zippered her in her snowsuit
and spoke softly to her.
“We’re going to see Nana and Papa”..
I tried to make it sound like a new adventure so as not to scare her.
As I picked her up in my arms and opened the front door
the wind whipped around the corner of the house.
Not a soul was insight.
Just deep piles of snow.
I pulled her towards me as she tucked her head against my scarf.
And I began to sing
softly at first
and then a little louder as the wind howled and the snow fell.
‘All through the day
all through the night
dwell in His Promises
walk in His Light.’
Please, Lord, I prayed. Help us to get there safely tonight.
Down the street I walked
taking big steps into the deep drifts.
Darkness shall flee
at His command.
Every once in a while Noelle sang along,
as we talked about this BIG Snow.
Trusting completely that we were perfectly safe.
‘All through the day and night
we’re in His Hands.’
I’ll never forget looking down the snow covered street
and seeing the lights shining brightly.
Lights of home.
Lights welcoming us.
Closer and closer I moved through the drifts
singing and talking about how great our Father is.
Welcomed inside with hugs all around.
Cups of hot chocolate
and then nestling down to sleep in warmth.
Whatever you are facing
let that little chorus bring comfort to you.
All through the day and night
we’re in His Hands.
He is completely trustworthy.
Reflect on His Promises
to keep you
to care for you
to be with you
and keep walking in His Light.