He Has Granted Me a Home: Winter Haven

When we arrived at our Airbnb we literally gasped when we saw this view through the front door.

At this point Lake Huron was frozen pretty far out, but in the distance spray rose from waves crashing on the frozen edge.

Since this was in lieu of a trip south, it was deemed essential to pay the extra for an outdoor hot tub. :)

It was awesome to be able to watch the wild winter shore line, ever changing in shape and form, but always perfectly pristine and sparkling. At times waves seemed to rise out of solid fields of ice and roll majestically over them.

The floods have lifted up, O LORD,

the floods have lifted up their voice;

the floods lift up their roaring.

Mightier than the thunders of many waters,

mightier than the waves of the sea,

the LORD on high is mighty!

Psalm 93:3,4

Before even arriving at the cottage I had tried to extract a promise from M that he would not attempt an expedition to the picturesque little island I had seen in the cottage advertisement. To no avail.

We were arguing this point again on the sunny (but still below zero) Sunday we were there. M had just declared his confidence in the thickness of the ice and his intention to venture over to the island, and I had just gone from reasoning to pleading to resignedly bidding him a final farewell, when - in the middle of my fine soliloquy - M wandered over to the window and murmured an expression of surprise.

Psalm 147 says that God "sends out His Word" and melts the snow and ice. "He makes his wind blow and the waters flow." And He had chosen this exact moment to work these works on the stretch of Lake Huron between ourselves and the island.

May I safely conclude that God was mercifully on my side of the argument? :)

M now conveniently claims he was just poking my buttons and wasn't actually going to venture across, but I can assure you that that will not stop me from trotting out this story the next time he comes up with a dare-devilish scheme.