Winter

I love snow. It puts a soft layer of fluff on everything. It muffles the noise, slows us down, and at least for me brings some of my childhood back. Remember the days when we could play outside for at least a couple of hours before having to come in to change our wet clothes and grab a bite to eat. Now we worry about how the snow will affect our schedules, plans, busy lives. I am thankful for the snow because it allowed me to take a breath, sit still with a cup of hot chocolate and watch it fall. It also allowed me time to enjoy my kids again. We took walks, sledded dangerously down our street, laughed more than we had in months. Snow - a welcomed diversion. I sometimes crave spiritual snow, washing all the dirty and cluttered away, wrapping me in the soft fluff of God's presence and love. I crave the craziness to cease and time to sit, reflect, enjoy. It often brings me back to my spiritual childhood, when I first believed. I get to feel the excitement all over again. I get to enjoy God and his presence, and wonder why it took me so long to just be still. Wash me whiter than snow.