This is what we, in Minneapolis woke up to this morning.
If you’re reading this in some exotic place like Bora Bora sitting by a palm tree on the beach and sipping drinks with little umbrellas, well,…we’re sooooooo happy for you.
In Minnesota schools statewide are closed, and activities cancelled. It’s not a “snow day”, but a “if-you-go-outside-for-even-a-nano-second-your-lips-will-freeze-together-permanently-and-your-eyelashes-will-break-off-day”. Last night the forecaster said, “We’ve moved from ‘stupid cold’ to ‘dangerous cold.'”
People (especially those without kids!) are relishing the idea of having to stay home and do nothing but curl up with cocoa and a good book…the treat of being forced to rest from normal activity.
On days like these, John and I like to look at each other, and say “You know what we have to do today??” Then we grin and say, “Absolutely nothing!”
I remember hearing someone say once that God wants to give us a “snow day” every week with Sabbath. Why do we resist? Why do we seem so addicted to “doing”… to being recognized for what we accomplish? Is it born out of a fear that being God’s beloved child isn’t enough? Continue reading
