by Allison Pittman
Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him. (James 1:12)
Our drive home from a New Mexico Christmas visit could only be described as miserable. The road was black with ice, the sky filled with hard, crystal snow, and—thanks to a dead heater—a van filled with cold, cold air. Our windshield was covered with ice; the interior temperature read 32 degrees. Under normal circumstances, my husband would have us zooming along at 85 miles per hour, the desert nothing more than a blur. Instead, we crept along, stopping every 4 or 5 miles for Mikey to get out, brave the bitterness, and scrape the windshield clean.
And yet—we laughed. At our lame attempts to use a hairdryer, at the image of us dressed like the little brother in A Christmas Story, at the uncivilized, brutal nature of the cold. We never blamed each other for our foolhardiness, or for failing to get the heater fixed. Or for breaking the heater, which was all my fault.
There were harrowing moments, but I never felt afraid, because for every inch of every mile, Mikey remained focused, patient, and strong. His reward? Nothing more than a home-coming hot shower and a quick kiss once our lips thawed out.
Heavenly Father, thank You for being our source of joy and warmth despite the circumstances that surround us.