I still like winter. The beauty of the fresh-fallen snow refreshes the soul. Bundling up to go out to shovel, walk or play still feels like fun.

This morning we awoke to this scene, another big storm stretching from the Atlantic states through Ontario, Quebec and the Maritime provinces. True, such a storm wreaks havoc on the modern industrial/commercial world, and unnecessary travel presents true danger that should certainly be avoided.

Our home, however, shelters us from the storm. We see it, hear it, watch it, but the walls and roof and furnace defeat the ill-effects of the storm.

I sense a parable in this storm.

Snow storm, Feb. 8, 2013

Snow storm, Feb. 8, 2013

The world rages against the elect of God, the beloved of Jesus, the agents of Paraclete’s plans, but the war against God has already failed, no matter what the present battle may decide.

“I would hurry to find shelter
from the raging wind and storm” (Psalm 55:8 God’s Word, being in the context of protection from enemies who resist the good will of Creator).

Through it all I have confidence in the Saviour:

“Listen to my cry for help, O God.
Pay attention to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth, I call to you
when I begin to lose heart.
Lead me to the rock that is high above me.
You have been my refuge,
a tower of strength against the enemy.
I would like to be a guest in your tent forever
and to take refuge under the protection of your wings” (Psalm 61:1-4 God’s Word).