The forecast for tomorrow is supposed to be 48 degrees and partly cloudy.
That is a whole lot different from today.
I could not believe this afternoon.
I met a friend for lunch. On the way back to my place, I was speaking on the phone with somebody in Munster and, all of a sudden, it started snowing. I blurted out, "Oh my God. It's snowing. I can't believe it." Neither could the person with whom I was speaking.
It was just a brief little flurry, but still.
I got back to my place and holed up for the afternoon. About 3:00 p.m., I left to go to the funeral home for Barb Gondeck's wake. When I stepped outside, there was snowy slush all over the ground, the sidewalk, and the streets. I could practically hear Barb's cackling laugh as I drove into town.
If she has anything to do with it, though, tomorrow will be clear as she would not want to make it too difficult for anyone coming to the funeral.
It is amazing, isn't it, how little things jostle our memories.
Just that bit of snow and slush was enough to make me remember a whole lot of weather related jokes we used to tell and all the times we would say that we wished we were at Disney as the snows came down here at home.
There is so much for which we long, for which we hope.
As one poet once stated, "Hope springs eternal."
God is such a great God. He fills our hearts with anticipation and hope and helps us never to be disappointed.
When I went to the wake this afternoon, I saw so many people whom I haven't seen in several years. I saw even more when I returned for the 7:00 p.m. Wake Service.
We spoke about the things that have transpired since we last met. We spoke about the passage of time. We spoke about getting older.
Even the people I knew as children were all looking all grown up and had so much hope in their futures.
Hope does spring eternal.
One day, our hope will become an eternal reality: that day when God calls us to Himself.
Until then, we wait, we live as faith-filled -- and faithful -- Christians, and we hope in the Lord