It has been a long time since I have experienced such bad weather, for such a prolonged period of time. My friends in Canada know all about snow, but here in Edinburgh, Scotland it is rare to have such an early blast from Siberia!
It is fortunate that my work can be done at home, and files moved on the internet, because my flat-mate and I have been penned in to our home. The view outside is stunningly beautiful, but very frustrating for many. We live in a cul-de-sac, a side road off a side road. So there are no snow ploughs or gritters coming our way. The car cannot be moved, and walking on the rutted snow and hidden ice is treacherous.
There was no storm or blizzard, just a succession of many gentle snow-falls. Each lay on the other, “snow on snow” as the Christmas carol puts it. Without a thaw, it has all built up to choke the roads.
As I struggled, stumbled and tumbled on my way to buy bread yesterday, I asked myself: In what ways might I have let some things choke my spiritual life? Have I allowed anything to, little-by-little, spoil the clear communication that should be between God and me? Have I been unaware of the subtle encroachment of what might appear, at first sight, to be attractive, but which is stifling spiritual intimacy and growth?
God has now shown me my “snow”. His love and forgiveness has melted it. I’m glad he did; I don’t want any No-go areas with God!