I feel a bit disingenuous because last week I was heralding spring and this is week we are back to the wintery side of life. While I would love to see spring, I’m not complaining. This brief, March snowfall was just what I needed.
This was the kind of snow I imagine the psalmist was talking about when he said that God “spread the snow like wool…” white, light, and fleece-like it floated freely, somewhat buoyant, and in no hurry to land.
I’ve had a lot of things on my to-do list this week and have been fighting the constant urge to rush around to get it all done. I held it at bay long enough to let the kids go outside and play in the snow before it melted. Which, of course meant homemade cookies and hot cocoa when they came in. 😉
It was so fun to watch the kids thaw their pink fingertips while holding their warm beverages and indulging in their treats. My two year old kept saying “This good, mama bear!” (My kids are on a Berenstain-Bear kick)
As the afternoon waned, I gave into that rush mode and I spent the rest of my day hurrying, trying to check off my forever-long to-do list. The more I pushed the more overwhelmed and behind I was feeling.
I’m always amazed that the things that really fill me up are the things that make me “slow down”. You’d think it would be the other way around. Because getting so much done feels good, right? But the reality is, when I take the time to be still I inevitably experience something far more meaningful than a completed check-list…
Watching the huge, white snowflakes fall, clumping out in the backyard wearing my pjs and clunky boots to capture God’s beauty, laughing at the kids trying to teach me their new trick (catching snowflakes on their tongue), making cookies and cocoa in a warm kitchen, and watching the kids giggle at their homemade, whipped cream mustaches.
I wince a little, thinking that I almost missed out on that.
I know its the proverbial Mary-Martha complex and that I, so often, exemplify Martha. I really have no other reason for sharing, other than the fact that this is a lesson God is teaching me. Perhaps I’m not the only one…