Today began with a series of angry rain storms and ended with passive aggressive drizzle. It has been gray and cold and miserable all day. We hunkered down in the house, invited friends over to play inside, and wore our slippers. We played dress up and read stories and watched T. V. and just didn’t look out the window much.
It was this time of year that the Mayflower anchored at the site later called Plymouth Rock in a place later named Massachusetts. When they encountered this weather they didn’t have the opportunity to hunker down with gas heat and electric stove. They couldn’t wrap up in their snuggies and watch T.V. until the storms (or the winter) passed them by. They were cold, and sick and hungry and wondering what they had done to themselves and their children. 102 people came ashore in December of 1621. 45 of them died that first winter.
In October of the next year only 53 people were alive. Only four of them were adult women.
In October of 1622 those 53 people and some 90 natives came together and ate quail and deer and the product of a successful harvest. They thanked God for a year that most of us would consider dismal at best, crushing at worst. They celebrated for three days because the Lord had brought them through.
Today the rain and clouds and tornado sirens are reminding me of everything for which I am thankful, and the general ease of my life.
Thank you Lord for bringing us through this year.