My 6 year-old son and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch, listening to the radio for storm information. Because a significant layer of ice had shut down his school and left roads unsafe to navigate, we hunkered down inside with good food, good books, games, and his favorite “Star Wars” video. We had plenty of batteries, candles, and flashlights ready just in case the power went out.
As we sat there listening to reports of a vicious blizzard striking the Midwestern part of the country, David was oblivious, happily chattering away, safe and content. It struck me—he trusted that all would be well because his father and I were there to take care of him.
I started thinking about a story I’d written years ago about Laura Ingalls Wilder and a memorable winter that she and her family endured. From mid-October until May, blizzard after blizzard savaged the Dakota Territory where they lived. Supplies ran dangerously low. The trains couldn’t get through because workers weren’t able to keep the tracks clear long enough for them to come and go. It became a matter of survival. And yet, her family was at peace because they believed in the rock solid stability of God’s provision for them. It was on this that they depended, and by that faith, they prevailed.
In every tempest of our lives, we can rest in the Father’s assurance, “be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)
Tags: Blizzards, Laura Ingalls Wilder
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