But Wait, There's More.......Snow In ATL

Well, Would-da-ya know more snow here.  In ATL.  Again.  A blizzard this time.  I guess old man Winter wants to go out with a bang.  What a drama queen!

Here are a few pics from the carnage.
The last one is the most recent.  It was taken a few hours after the storm ended.  Ahhhhhhhhhh, is that the sun?  Welcome back friend!

Cherio!

Be Still My Soul

I have always loved this song, it has never failed to touch my heart and bring healing to me emotionally, even if it's just a good cry.  Today was no exception.  I got some really bad news about my dad and it was so hard to process, I was floored.  My dad is in the hospital due to a sudden illness and we, his loved ones are just waiting to see if he pulls through.  For those of you who have been there, you know how torturous the waiting is.  Unbearable.  As I sat there praying though, I heard this song in my spirit, then I started to sing it. 

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.

Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end...

As I sang it, I began to feel encouraged.  I am not alone, God is with me, my family and my dad.  Be still my soul. Be still.  

Free At Last!

 So I really tried soooooooo hard to put my big girl drawers on and not complain about the  snow storm that bombarded us here in Atlanta a week and a half ago. It left a lot of us sequestered in our houses and wreaked havoc with traffic, business and so much more.... but I tried to be optimistic since I had such a blast when it snowed on Christmas day!  After being in the house for a whole week though, I cannot express to you my level of happy, the snow-a-thon is finally over!  Am sure my son is even happier, being locked up in a house with a deranged claustrophobic person is not exactly a fun experience.  

By day five of my imprisonment confinement, I could'nt take it anymore.  Despite being told not to leave the house, I decided to do it anyway.  Afterall, I was only going as far as the mailbox.  What the heck, this is Atlanta not Alaska!  Okay, so I carefully navigated my way to the mailbox crunching along through the white stuff and I was feeling pretty good about it until I stepped on something that felt like the equivalent of baby oil on glass.  Yes my friends, that would be black ice.  I went down like a sack of potatoes. Suddenly everything was in slow motion, I can even remember thinking as I went down, "Man, I sure hope the neighbors is not seeing this!"  Now I can tell the story with a smile but it was so very embarrassing at the time.  If there is any good in this at all though, it would be that I limped away with bruised pride and a sore right arm but no broken bones.  And next time I will listen to good cautionary advice. 

Well, fast forward four days and I am finally able to resume my life as I knew it. Full mobility included!  Its amazing how you never appreciate the little things until they are taken away.  I am enjoying it all, especially the "non slip" trek to my mailbox.  

Photos: Courtesy of  www.wkrg.com, and http://riffenberg.wordpress.com