Walking home from work today. Spring has begun the snow melt. The path has water riddled parts. I step up to higher ground in snow. But the snow has been evaporating. One step and I could sink 6 inches. I walk tepidly, praying for the Lord to keep me upright. I also want to keep my feet dry as I am wearing my white kicks. The unknown reliability of the snow is better than 4 inches of water. One step, solid. Next step, sink. It can be unnerving. Head’s a little cold. No hat worn today. I asked the Holy Spirit to keep my head and neck warm. I had also foregone the scarf. Too early for that in March in the prairies. Near home, I had to stop. The only option was a bit of a jump over water between one snow ice block to another one. That one was slanted. More opportunity to fall right into the ice cold wet snow slash water. I don’t trust the snow, I don’t trust myself, but I do trust the One Who made it and me. I leap and success! I arrived home with dry feet! It made me think of the current condition of the world. Nothing seems solid, reliable, trustworthy, except Jesus! I am so thankful my life is in His hands. He is the solid Rock on which I stand. I know that all other ground is sinking sand.