Long overdue
Two winters of nothingness, and finally, the Lord has blanketed us in snow. Twice in the last week, no less. It has brought so much joy. Like kids on Christmas morning we are, hands wide open to receive this gift of grace from a God who loves us lavishly and knows the perfect moment to remind us that we are not forgotten.
Not sure what it is about snow that makes me think of peace. The silence of its falling, the smoothness of white across fields, the red-cheeked breathlessness of boys out in it, the free pass to go nowhere and do nothing. I breathe deep the sharply cold air, breathe easier as stress melts away.
I needed this one, y'all.
Life kept going in January, not too far removed from what it had been. Pretty regular basketball practices for the school teams, but no games, as ours is one of very few counties in the state that still will not allow competitive sports. Aden's travel basketball season began, and how heart-swelling to see how those boys have grown and strengthened since the pandemic forced us apart a year ago.
I failed my diet. Again. It was working well, the best one yet, but human took over. It's so frustrating, mostly because I can't blame anyone but myself.
My word for the year is gratitude. We all know 2020 was no picnic, and none of us knows what 2021 will show itself to be. But if nothing else, I can be grateful. Max Lucado says that worry will not share the heart with gratitude. And Paul says that giving thanks in all circumstances is God's will for me. Acknowledging my blessings, drinking in grace, maybe I'll find that elusive, abundant life.
Oh how we played. As if the snow was long overdue. As if it might be another two years before we see it again. Thank you, Lord. You are so, so good.
Not sure what it is about snow that makes me think of peace. The silence of its falling, the smoothness of white across fields, the red-cheeked breathlessness of boys out in it, the free pass to go nowhere and do nothing. I breathe deep the sharply cold air, breathe easier as stress melts away.
I needed this one, y'all.
Life kept going in January, not too far removed from what it had been. Pretty regular basketball practices for the school teams, but no games, as ours is one of very few counties in the state that still will not allow competitive sports. Aden's travel basketball season began, and how heart-swelling to see how those boys have grown and strengthened since the pandemic forced us apart a year ago.
I failed my diet. Again. It was working well, the best one yet, but human took over. It's so frustrating, mostly because I can't blame anyone but myself.
My word for the year is gratitude. We all know 2020 was no picnic, and none of us knows what 2021 will show itself to be. But if nothing else, I can be grateful. Max Lucado says that worry will not share the heart with gratitude. And Paul says that giving thanks in all circumstances is God's will for me. Acknowledging my blessings, drinking in grace, maybe I'll find that elusive, abundant life.
Oh how we played. As if the snow was long overdue. As if it might be another two years before we see it again. Thank you, Lord. You are so, so good.
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