I live in a beautiful part of the world, best known for its mild weather and most notably for its incessant rain during the winter months. We saw a fantastic example of this just a couple of weeks ago as the Lower Mainland had oodles of rain in a short timeframe, causing all sorts of problems, including a boil water advisory for all of Vancouver - the largest of its kind in all of Canadian history.
Yesterday, winter arrived. We had a wicked snowstorm that started late Saturday night and went all the way through to this morning. I managed to get to mass yesterday morning, early, and the snow picked up pretty good after that. We came in at 46 cm (just over 1 foot) of snow. And it’s cold. Really cold. This from a girl who braved -30C weather in northern BC for five years. Not only was it cold, it was freaking windy. I went from the house to the mailbox two houses up the street and thought my face was going to freeze from all the driving icy snow hitting it.
Getting to work was no picnic, and I have possibly one of the shortest commutes ever - five kilometers. However, all of the roads I have to travel are side roads in the country, and the snowplows don’t ever get to them. They were icy and covered in snowdrifts, and with the water filled irrigation ditches along the side - well, my active imagination and overly cautious nature went into overdrive. I left work early to make sure I would be driving home in the daylight so I could avoid any ditch-diving situations, and I’m happy to report that all is well. We have power, we have heat, and we have a roof over our heads. There are many, many people who cannot say the same, and I pray for them tonight. No matter how many shelters make room for extra people, there are still those who will not, for whatever reason, come in from the cold. And I pray that God protects them even in their refusal to get help and shelter. Sometimes their decisions are not made from a rational place, and I think that God has a special band of angels watching out for our brothers and sisters in these situations.
In other news, I don’t know if anyone has noticed, but I’ve made a few changes to my “About Me” page. Most notable is that I have taken out the reference to us wanting to start a family through adoption. Our trip to California was in part a chance for Curt and I to work further through our family situation; it allowed me to get outside of my comfort zone and reflect on things differently. I had been coming to the conclusion for the past year, but the trip confirmed in me that as much as I love children, I do not think that we are called to have children of our own. Lots of different reasons, which I may or may not share on here in future posts, but for now know that I am at peace, and so is Curt. We are best friends and in love more than ever, and I am taking Catechism #2379 at face value:
2379 The Gospel shows that physical sterility is not an absolute evil. Spouses who still suffer from infertility after exhausting legitimate medical procedures should unite themselves with the Lord’s Cross, the source of all spiritual fecundity. They can give expression to their generosity by adopting abandoned children or performing demanding services for others.
My infertility is absolute and final, and was a reality before we were married. I feel a real spiritual tug towards service towards others, as much as my schedule outside of work allows. I also feel that my first priority is making sure my mom is well taken care of, which includes sharing our home and lives with her. I hope to have the opportunity to get to know my nieces and 2 great-nieces better over the years, and am blessed to be surrounded by children from time to time at the family-run business where I work. And yes, I express my love and affection towards my sweet dogs, who love me unconditionally and bring me great joy. My life is full; whatever empty parts were there have been filled by Jesus, in his great fidelity and wholeness.
Just a few more days until Advent… !