Snow Day: Sprinkles of Grace.

Snow days! As a kid, I loved them. A snow day meant curling up with a cup of hot cocoa, cozy blanket and captivating book.

Today I’m thankful for snow days because it means my family is safe at home instead of stuck on the roads. Yet, snow days feel quite different as an adult.

Technology keeps work close, which is wonderful, until the kids decide they need to scream at each other or crank up the YouTube volume during your important conference call. The moment you’re getting into a groove, the toddler will need water, then a cheese stick, then a potty break (because, you know, bathrooms are downright terrifying to navigate alone in broad daylight 😉), then a yogurt, then… oops, she spilled and now the dog’s licking up said yogurt.

Snow day 3

Just me?

Snow days aren’t quite as fabulous as they were in the ‘90s.

Too much screen time. Not enough nap time. There’s the boredom, the bickering, the bouncing-off-the-walls energy, the mom losing her cool. Cabin fever sets in and things get messy real fast.

And yet, outside our house the floating powder creates a real-life snow globe, gently covering all that was once ugly and dead with a sparkling layer of white.

Snow Day 1

“Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow.”

God’s grace. It’s all around us—washing over the ugly and making all things new. As I peer out at the freshly fallen snow, I choose a restart.

I close the laptop, power down the screens that turn my kids into zombies. We smoosh couches together and drape the loving warmth of family quilts over the top, creating a cozy haven for reading by flashlight. Later, we crack eggs and pour oil, stirring up sweet memories over the aroma of strawberry cupcakes.

Baking snow day

And when something goes off course—and it will—we peer out the window at the flakes falling softly and remember:  wash it white as snow.

Keep sprinkling on the grace.

Even though it feels like winter will never end, it will. All this snow will dissolve.

Sometimes the challenges we face with our kids feel the same way—like there’s no end in sight. When will we sleep through the night again? When will it be peaceful again? However, in the blink of an eye, these moments will pass.

What if instead of whining about another snow day stuck inside with our people, we rejoice before it all melts away?

Let’s slow down. Let’s savor the moments. Let’s pay attention to the souls right in front of us. Let’s remember the best view isn’t looking out; it’s looking in, at the beautiful present of today.

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