The Second Day of Spring 2018
Here in the Northeast, we are buried under inches of snow. The usual hype (do you have milk and toilet paper?) continues- bad roads, accidents, and how much more will we get?
I had plans for today. I was supposed to go and watch my granddaughter Penny. This after seven consecutive days of helping my mother through the worst cold she has had in five years (or that I can remember). I either visited her or she stayed with me, and with doctor appointments and other nursing duties, I was pretty tired.
So God decided to give me a gift. He sent seven inches of snow that rendered me stranded. When I looked out the window this morning I had brief thoughts of waiting until the roads were clear, then trying to drive to Pittsburgh. It wasn’t until I checked the radar that the reality of the day hit home. There was no going anywhere and I knew it.
Instead, I stayed in my pajamas for a long time. I made myself a second pot of coffee and a nice breakfast. Two loads of clothes were washed and dried, and a pot of homemade bean soup is on the stove. The cardinals and woodpeckers were thrilled that the bird feeder was full to the top. They kept me company with their bright colors and happy dispositions. I chatted with my west coast friend for a long time.
Did God do this just for me? Well, maybe. Maybe He did it for a whole bunch of people who needed the reminder that to stay home once in a while is not such a bad thing. We all need a day off, a therapy day so to speak, where not much is asked of us and where we can just enjoy being with ourselves.
“I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.” ― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle
