Walking on Water

Albeit frozen water.

The only way I could see to get over to the church building was across snow.  I heard there is a boardwalk, currently buried.  I gingerly started across, remembering the last time I walked across snow like that, in Newtok.

We had been walking, all around the village, when, all of sudden, my right leg sunk down into the snow 3 feet!  I didn't even know that I could bend into that position.  With the help of Anna and several kids, I was able to pull my leg out...  but, no boot!

The helpful children dug down to recover the wayward boot while I hopped around in a fruitless attempt to keep my sock dry.  It was pretty funny!

This time, I was alone, crossing in an expanse where there were no signs of life.  I wondered how long it would be before someone found me if that happened again.  I fixed my eyes on the tiny building that was my goal, and started out.  I gained confidence, and thought, "I'm walking on water, like Jesus!"

Ack. I quickly corrected myself... Not like Jesus, like Peter, of course!

It's 1° here.  But, as I head off to church this morning, I am grateful that is is cold enough to walk across the tundra on top of the snow.