Pharaoh and the Ice Storm

Pharaoh and the Ice Storm


With this week’s frigid weather, are all reminded how quickly things can change. One day is sunny and we are able to go to our appointments, church, the grocery store and overnight things freeze and our world is turned upside down for a few days. I am thankful that the snow, ice, and subzero temperatures are not a permanent thing. You know, I have been reading about the plagues in the Bible, and I wonder that God did not inflict an ice storm on the Egyptians. Maybe He would not have had to use the frogs or lice if he had started with ice.

Think of the dire straits they would have been in. For one, no one had any clothes. At least the pictures that I have seen portray them in very little clothes. And with the desert temperatures, I would not expect them to have hats, scarves, down coats, boots, or earmuffs in their closets. No, I expect that it would not even have to be a “bad” ice storm for the Egyptians to sit up and take notice.

I am lizard-like and I DO particularly enjoy the heat, so when it gets cold and wet I sit up and take notice. I frantically run to the store to make sure we have enough to get us through some snow days. Of course, with four kids in the house, my idea of enough to tide me over is different than most. A big ol’ pot of beans and cornbread usually lasts through ONE supper. Somehow, the cold makes them all hungrier.

I let them graze for a bit and warn them that they are NOT going to eat non-stop OR be on their technology all day or I will send plagues to drive them from their rooms. They snort at me and I pull out my list of things to do on a snow day that does not involve electronic technology.

Wash and dry all the sheets from each bed.

Wipe off the shelves in the refrigerator and rinse out the drawers. Do the freezer if there is time.

Learn to sew.

Learn to chop carrots and onions for a big ol’ pot of stew.

Alphabetize the bookshelves.

Play cards with their willing mother.

AND just like the Egyptians they groan and gnash their teeth while piteously crying, “Mooooommmmm!” They do come out of their rooms for a moment or two, but when I get busy (with the washing machine most likely) and am not looking, they slide back to their rooms and quietly latch their doors. It takes me a few minutes to catch on but when I do, I have another Snow Day List ready. I boom at their doorway, “Get off of the technology and come do some real life things!”

Organize your closet.

Study for school.

Do a crossword puzzle.

Empty out the vacuum cleaner and then use it.

By now, they think I am the meanest mom in the world. Their complainings are worse than both the Egyptians and the Israelites put together. They do NOT want to let their technology devices GO.

I have a master plan up my sleeve. It is not lice or frogs or even an ice storm. Oh, No, I go to the stairwell and flip the breaker that controls the router. No more WIFI. I am a genius!

It only takes a moment for my children to seek me out where I sit innocently in my chair before my small electric heater.

“Hey, mom! Something is wrong with the iPad and my facebook won’t let me load.”

I sip my chocolate and shuffle the cards. Another shouts from his room, “Mooommmm, the storm whacked out the WIFI.”

I quickly agree, “Yes, it IS a bad storm.” They all enter the living room and I smile and console them.

We had a great afternoon playing cards, sipping hot chocolate, and getting to know each other a little better.

Great idea, those plagues!


About Fawn Musick

Writings to make you Smile and Think. Fawn is an award winning newspaper columnist. She is an avid writer, blogger, and mom. Her advice comes from her years of mothering her eight children.
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