It's Not About the Snow

It has snowed like crazy since early Friday morning. Well over a foot had fallen before the sun finally made an appearance this afternoon...

Normally there are warnings for days before this much snow comes, but NO. Its like the weather people were completely baffled and we were stuck as real-life characters in Vancouver Island's version of Frozen, for like 96 hours....

Is it ever going to end??

Oh my...this is exactly how I've felt for a while now...and no it has nothing to do with snow, but the snowstorm we just had makes it really easy to explain...

Weeks ago I knew something was up (or down) with my Superman...he was off, but nothing seemed to make sense...a few days turned into weeks and I was baffled by the unexpected storm...

When an expected snow storm hits the island, most islanders retreat to the safety of their homes and stay off the roads, we are completely snow phobic and the rest of Canada mocks our response to snow,

When the storms hit Grant he retreats to the safety of our home, the outside world is nearly impossible to navigate as he battles the overwhelming affects of an uninvited illness. And yes some still judge him...

If you've never lived on the Island when the snow hits, its next to impossible to understand what the snow can actually do to the roads and how quickly they become impassible...

If you've never walked through a raging bipolar storm it's next to impossible to truly understand the difficulty of the road and the need for safety, in what ever form that takes...

Once it's snowed like crazy on the Island, the hills and valleys are only navigable by 4 wheel drives  or snow plows/ special equipment to get through while the storm rages...

To get through while Grant's storm rages, it takes special people. People who have laid a foundation of friendship, love, education and trust long before the storm starts...

And just like us Islanders are thrilled when the snow plow finally reached our road (jumping for joy), how forever grateful I am as I watch those special people run to our rescue with loving and open arms, embracing us in the midst of the storm. Meeting Grant where he is with love and acceptance.

Life on the Island slows down when it slows, life slows down for us when  Grant is struggling...

There is beauty and purity in a snowstorm, there is also a purifying beauty that comes as we witness the tender mercies while Grant struggles...

I know we won't be stuck in Frozen forever, but we will all be grateful when the sun shines again,