Snowday

I try to be a "glass half full" kind of girl. I try to see the good in things. In harder times I search for the blessings and lessons that can be learned. That being said, I also tend to be a worrier.Last fall I passed a church marquee that read,"A heart filled with faith has no room for fear". It spoke to me and I have since carried it in my heart. Some days I find myself repeating it over and over again. These times can be unpredictable. Bad things happen. I find it a comfort to know that my life ,and the lives of those I love, are in my God's hands. I pray that while they are away from me, He will protect them, and bring them home safely at the end of the day. My human heart still worries. Weeks are filled with work and school. Weekends arrive with lists of activities and errands, all of us running in different directions. I find myself hoping for one day to just, be. All of us together in the same place. Even if we aren't involved in the same activity, just together, in the same walls. I tend to enjoy the days when there is no schedule, no chore that can't be put off for one day.
This weekend we were blessed with two such days.
Friday evening my sweet came home with the announcement that we were expecting snow. Saturday came with a cold rain, us shuttling here and there on various errands. Yesterday morning we woke, again to rain with a few white flakes tossed in for good measure. I find that my heart still jumps when I see the first snowflakes. They dance around the sky and drift here and there. It is magical for this girl who grew up in Florida. For a short time thereafter, my adult mind drifted to calculating the number of snow days left until Spring Break is snatched away. Three as of yesterday. By 10am the rain was replaced by clots of snow, falling heavily to the ground. As the hours ticked by, the sky became thick with snow. The mountains disappeared, and the earth became a crisp white. The roads were covered by the time the news ticker began to announce school closings. Bedtimes were changed, and excitement mixed with my ever sensible children letting me know that while they were very glad to have a day off, this had to be the last, because they really need a Spring vacation.
The snow continued through last night and into this morning. A blanket of crisp white snow lay outside along with wind chills in the single digits. My husband was the first to wake, enjoying the quiet of the house, and exchanging phone calls with his friends concerning road conditions. By the time I planted my feet on the floor he had a fire going in the wood stove. The boys played happily in the living room while I shuffled sleepily to my favorite coffee cup. My sweet girl was the last to be seen and we spent part of the morning giving ourselves pedicures. Cherished time for me, as I know that much to soon she will be off on adventures of her own. My husband announced that he would be staying home as the roads were too dangerous. I find that I love his sensible side.
Today was spent all together. Each of us doing as we pleased. We ate what we wanted, dressed as we wanted, played and did just as each of us wanted. It was the day I needed. The day I had asked for. Sometimes I dread the snow, it can be inconvenient, but rather than look at it from this perspective, I choose to see it, as I believe it is, a gift. Soon enough we will be back to school and work, errands and chores. Today though, my God gave us a day together, to just stop, and be.



As side note, school has just been cancelled for tomorrow as well. Hopefully it will be the last for winter, but you can bet that this summer I will be praying for rain.:)