The branches are heavy laden.
Snow fell most of the day.
After school activities were cancelled.
It was a virtual Winter Wonderland.
With snow comes an added burden of work.
Paths and driveways need to be plowed and shoveled.
The weight of the snow can be treacherous to this old farm house.
3 times the house shook as the snow fell off the peaks onto the porch roof.
The final blow cracking a main supporting beam that was already compromised.
My farmer spent the rest of the afternoon shoveling snow off the roof and placing braces.
He was late getting in again. . .
Sometimes I wonder how long we can keep this up.
The constant work.
The things that go wrong.
It seems there’s so much that goes wrong.
The fresh, white snow continually soothes my being.
A blanket of soft, white beauty
No matter how rough things get here there is always something to be thankful for.
My farmer comes in and we watch a cheesy Christmas movie.
It feels good to sit for awhile.
There’s a list of things we need to be doing.
But we sit.
Together.
He sleeps.
It’s 63 months of missing today.
Days, hours, minutes and seconds where I have been held by a Holy God.
The practice of gratitude propelling us forward.
Continually.
I am shaking off the worry and stepping into trust.
God is fighting for us.
He is working his plan.
Our to do list is long .
I’ll sit by this beautiful tree for a few more minutes and then it’s off to drive the dancer girl to practice and tackle that list.
I will be interrupted a thousand times today and be reminded that lists are only guidelines.
I’m letting go of the tight grip I have on things today.
Enter today with Open hands and see what God will do.
