I love the first snow of the season, the white covering everything to make it look clean and fresh. Even the ugly looks pretty. Little dog is not so fond of snow when we go outside, but he endures and we both breath in the crisp coldness and beauty of the early morning.
It seems a special day, one to be cherished and celebrated. So I fix homemade drop biscuits, something Sweet William and I don’t eat so often ever since Weight Watchers became part of our routine. The fresh sausage and tomato omelet taste delicious. I dribble honey on my hot buttered biscuit.
The day seems to slow. Music plays on the CD player. I am not in a hurry to get to my list of things to do. Dishes still soak in the sink. I am just enjoying the snowflakes falling outside my window and the warmth of the fireplace and the company of loved ones near.
Every day does not have to be a race. As Ann Voskamp says so wisely, “Life is not an emergency.” There are moments to be tasted, experiences in which to delight, sights and sounds to feed my soul. If I will slow myself down long enough to see the gift and receive it as it is, then life really can be abundant.
I’ve been given so much. Richness is at every turn. Beauty is free for the taking. Love is all around.
What shall I do with it? Ignore it in my hurry to get from here to there? Glance at the faces in front of me while I look for other faces to connect with? Take for granted what is here and now?
Dear Lord, forgive me for doing that too much, for not appreciating your daily bread and good gifts.
Today, I enjoy the slowness of a snow day. Perhaps I will learn the lesson and practice it tomorrow also.