Snow Days
Writing a good ol' fashioned letter is a lost art form, one that I secretly experiment with when time, a cold morning and a hot cup of coffee win the battle to create. Recently, on one of my aforementioned experiments, I wrote to a friend about my struggle to enjoy the snow. Despite knowing Who holds all the snow in warehouses and empties them upon His demand ... I'm a bit tired of the white stuff.
Yesterday ... it snowed ... all ... day. I've quit expecting it to be a nice, warm, sunny day. I know those are coming. Every day that it snows, I don't accept it as a permanent reality. It's just for now. Spring is coming. Warm days are in the future. Snow will stop ... eventually.
I've rearranged our living room (another creative outlet that sometimes hits me without warning) and have created a "cozy spot". My friend, Marti, has a "cozy spot" in her house. She's nestled a chair next to a window, complimented it by a table for resting a cup of something hot upon and topped it off with a warm lamp. This was the inspiration for my "cozy spot".
When the sun does make an appearance, I sit in my "cozy spot" often longer than I should and enjoy. I read. I think. I write. I pray. I cry. I laugh. It's my spot. It's the place I can hear from the Creator ... and where I know He hears me.
As I sat in my spot yesterday, the snow served as a great life example. I know Spring is coming. The snow isn't going to damper my enthusiasm for what's to come. The Snow is not gonna ruin my day. The Snow is not gonna take the power of my day ... making me a grumpy middle-aged complainer. No way. I'm gonna rise above the snow, put on my boots ... again ... and make the most of it ... all the while ... knowing ... Spring ... IS ... coming!
In Life, I can let circumstances, people, projects ... get in the way of a greater purpose. OK. So my purpose for a day may only mean cleaning the toilet, running errands and cooking a meal ... but way too often than I'd like to admit, circumstances, people, projects get in my way. They get into my head and occupy so much time and space and energy that it robs me of any joy, any sense of the present, any good thing that might come along. Just like the snow, I know a better day is coming. I know all of life is temporal. I can't control one tiny thing in my life ... just like I can't control ... the snow. I'm not gonna let circumstances, people, projects take the power of my day ...
Spring is coming!
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