I love waking up to snow blanketing my world. The beauty covers the last vestiges of my garden, long past its summer prime. This morning's mini blizzard, a "snow day" which my son pined for and received, brought the typical Wednesday schedule to a halt; like sabbath. For more than a moment this morning I again realized how generous our Father is in giving snow days to disrupt the typical flow of the calendar; where the focus of the day became one to play and snuggle, read and nap. And how generous He is to give me sabbath far more often than snow days.
May my sabbaths be a bit more like snow days.