I will lift mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. – Psalm 121:1-2.
My father died in September 1992. The six previous falls and winters had been extremely dry. Little or no precipitation had fallen in our valley nor in the surrounding mountains. Drought seemed our present and perilous condition.
This temporal drought season became a spiritual growth season for my father. He had been inactive for 40 years. His health was failing and he began to realize what was really important in his life. His doctors had given him seven years to live after his triple by-pass surgery. His physical heart was irreparably damaged but he had gained a new spiritual heart.
During those drought years, spiritual rain descended upon my father. He became active in the Church, received the priesthood, and took my mother to the temple to be sealed for time and all eternity.
One mid-winter morning when I was experiencing the emptiness of grief following his death, I chanced to look out my east window and saw the snow upon the mountains. The snow had been there for a few days but I had not really taken the time to notice its beauty nor ponder its implications. However, this particular gloomy morning it had caught my attention and the 121st Psalm came to my mind.
A sweet and peaceful feeling came over me. It was as though, through this quiet gift of snow, the Lord was letting me know He was there, that all would be well. Even though the snow was a blessing to us all collectively, its presence reassured me personally that the Lord was still at the helm. My grief was consoled, my faith reassured, and my spiritual heart was lifted and renewed.