One Saturday morning last winter, just as snowflakes were starting to fall on existing heaps of snow and ice, our son drove off to work. The moment I knew his shift was over was the moment I anxiously started to wait for him to arrive home. The snow was piling up all around our house inch by inch making the outdoors a blur of white.
My cell phone rang.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Mom, don’t freak out,” Matt said. “I’m stuck.”
“Where are you?” I repeated.
“I’m just over by Caribou. I was getting off the exit from the highway, and I got stuck in the snow. Wait, how does Dad know where I am?”
“What?” I said.
“Dad just pulled up behind me. How did he know I was here?”
“Dad just left to go see if he could make it to the grocery store.”
I heard Dad talking to Matt. I was so glad they were together.
There was so much snow that even Dad decided that it was not wise to try to make it to the grocery store. After Dad got on the highway and saw how bad it was, he took the first exit to come back home. Just as he was exiting the highway, he saw the family car stuck in the snow with Matt inside talking to me.
While I nervously changed the bedding to pass the time, I hoped they would both be home soon. Even though I knew they were just a few blocks away with snow dumping down on them, the sooner they were home, the better I would feel.
“So what happened?” I asked, after they got home.
“A guy helped us push the car out of the snow,” Dad said.
That wasn’t all who helped us. How strange that Dad got there just in time to help Matt.
Thanks Snow Angels for coming to the rescue! I pray that you will please keep watch over all our loved ones this coming winter!