It is almost 4 o’clock and darkness is settling over the Magdalens. A crockpot simmers on the counter, and I find myself looking out the window at the cliffs, now whitening with the first bits of ice. The rest of the family is out there at the base of the cliffs, following the frigid sea as it creeps up the sand toward the jagged rocks. This is the beginning of big-prayer season for me and I hope that some of you will join me: one parent, three sons, and two daughters on icy cliff rocks, often soaked with spray by the time they return from their daily afternoon outing, and I, here writing or cooking, often find myself at the window with the binoculars, straining to see if they are faring well…praying that no one slips into deep icy water, praying that the cliffside earth doesn’t slide (as it is wont to do), praying that God will bring them home without frostbite or worse.
Please pray for a snowy winter, with good weather exceptions on flight and ferry days. We have a guest coming on the 27th. Please pray that the plane will land without problems, and that all would be safe. All through the winter season. And beyond.
