Well, hello, my friends, and welcome to the Live Inspired podcast Monday morning moments with John O'Leary.

I record these so that you and I can begin our weeks in awe and on fire with a burst of inspiration.

Four years ago, the city of St. Louis, my hometown, braced for a massive winter snowstorm,

with a mighty cold front advancing from the north and a substantial line of powerful thunderstorms

approach it from the south. A mighty snowfall was predicted for our region. Streets were salted,

shovels were readied, and shells formerly lined with bread and milk were emptied.

I remember this storm for two primary reasons. The first is this. The unmitigated

joy of my children when the phone rang the evening before the storm canceling school for the

following day. Our kids were now free to stay up as late as they wanted and to prepare themselves

to play in the snow

the following day. And the second reason I remember the storm is this. The profound disappointment of

my children when they woke up early, ran to their windows, pulled the blinds open, and looked

outside. Our kids recognized that although they did not have to go to school,

there was not even a light dusting of snow to play in.

The weather reporters explained sheepishly that this Alberta clipper burst of cold air

had been so powerful it had forced all the precipitation to

our south. So the kids enjoyed a snow day that day with absolutely no snow. As the great philosopher,

Yogi Berra once noted, forecasting is very difficult, especially what it involves the future.

That's right.

Yogi's got a point.

Forecasting is very difficult, especially when it involves the future.

I thought of that quote from Yogi and the difficulty of predicting the future as the playoffs

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