As I walked outside today to check the mail (we are still waiting on Jacob's passport (Mine arrived way early on Sat!) I hear popping and cracking from every direction. It would have been alarming if I didn't also see the icicles and chunks falling from trees. See, this week, for those that don't know, the Midsouth among other areas, was hit with an ice storm. Thankfully, it was nothing like the ice storm of 1994, which anyone who lived here then can remember losing power for days or weeks for some. But I know for my family, this time, we specifically prayed it would not be as bad as forecast. It was icy, and in some parts so many trees were down that you couldn't leave your home. Some lost power for a few days, but for the most part, it seemed like we were able to survive largely unharmed. Praise the Lord. But the crackling and popping of the thawing ice reminded me of yet another lesson from Narnia.
