This morning started at 5:00 am.
The ice is melting, and I am worried about the piano. It should be fine if the temperature hasn’t fallen below 55 in the sanctuary, but if there ever is a time that that might have happened, that time would have been the last two days. I am also worried that the turn in that is often difficult to not bottom out on is still icy, and what if the scraping of the highway has resulted in slushy driveway?
A little time at the church in the office calms my spirit and slows the tempo of the last couple of days. We will be able to gather to worship this Sunday safely. Although these thoughts have been streaming through my mind, now I can calm my spirit.
There is something magical about the snow because it stops our hurried, scheduled lives. It stops the week in the middle of the week. It makes you look around your neighborhood and your house and be truly thankful for the people in your life who support you and are journeying through life with you. It reminds you of why you love what you do and why you love your calling. It reminds you that when you aren’t doing what you love, you really do miss it.