The world has melted (or frozen, as the case may be) into a white field… or mountain… or simply lots and lots and LOTS of snow. My friends in the northlands may not think that a foot of snow is much, but to this southern-raised gal, the earth may as well have been swallowed by the clouds.
Snow is often viewed as a nice, peaceful thing — it covers up the imperfections of the earth. Hymns are written about being “washed white as snow.” Kinda makes me feel bad about wanting it to just go away. I am ready for Spring. Luckily, Christina Rossetti seemed to be a lot like me:
“In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago.”
At least she also saw the abundance of frozen stuff as bleak. Although, based on the other verses, it was out of the bleakness that goodness came.
We’re expecting more snow this week, I believe, so I guess I have to make my own peace with the snow — maybe that will come along with Frosty and a magical hat (or one of the many caps my husband owns). Or maybe it will just be with the realization that the goodness of frost has to be on its way at SOME point.
On to being thankful:
54. A husband who brings me cold medicine at work.
55. Safe journeys to and from Kansas City after the falling of lots of snow.
56. Knowing that lots of folks at church were praying for that safe journey — it means so much to know that so many people were thinking of us and our safety.
57. Spending time with members of the create cohort and remembering why I like these folks so much.
58. A day off to do laundry.
59. My very first Real Simple magazine in the mail (not counting the subscription I had several years ago) — addressed to “Jennifer Harvis Dault.” Very thankful for the friend who gifted this subscription (thanks, Barbara!)… although I do wonder what she will do with her copies now!
60. Allyn. I know I’ve already mentioned him this week, but I’ve been sick and grouchy all week and entirely tough to live with. And for whatever reason, he still likes being around me and makes it a point to tell me he loves me regularly. AND he researched how to get a nasty virus off my computer last night after all my efforts failed miserably.
61. Fuzzy socks.
62. Chats in various offices at Central Seminary