This morning, I received many texts of snow-filled pictures from my Chicago friends and family. ” Snow! Ugh! Look what you’re missing .”
As I laid in bed, I thought I miss the snow.
Ok . Maybe not driving in it and shoveling it, but I miss snowy days, when you have an excuse to do nothing and stay inside. When I lived in Chicago, I always felt the urge when the sun was shining to make the most of it. Well, it really is always sunny here in California so I feel guilty staying in on a sunny day. I know, poor me. Yes, I am a stinker.
But this morning was different in a good way.
This morning the sun was not filtering through my sheers slowly waking me up, but the gray foggy mist lingered.
I looked over at Kipper as she was draped in a sheet with her head resting comfortably on my belly.
I grabbed my journal. I grabbed my pen and the scribbling began.
I miss snowy days.
An hour passed. Then another. I read. I journaled and Kipper did not move .
In my mind, I visualized the list I wrote the night before of everything I wanted to accomplish today.
Then it hit me, this is what I craved. This is what I needed. A snow day.
Even Kipper did not want to move.She gave me a look that said,”Seriously, mom, let’s stay in bed.”
So in honor of my Chicago friends, I stayed in my Pjs and made some pancakes. As I drank my coffee and enjoyed the fog, I heard the whisper that said, quit pushing. Quit trying. Be quiet. Be still.
Enjoy the snow day.
“Be still and know that I am God.”