But in Alabama, we only have snow about once in every five years or so. It is an invitation to be a child again. Mary, Kiki, and I chose to respond to that invitation and play. It was a good choice.
I grabbed my camera and outside we went. The lake where we live had seemingly “changed clothes” and was stunning with snow on the tree trunks and in the branches. The birds fluffed their feathers to shake the snow off and ate from our birdfeeders at a ravenous pace.
We walked down our country road to a nearby untrodden pasture that was snowy smooth and silent. We threw snowballs at one another. We laughed and remembered winter stories from the past. We played with Daisy, our yellow lab who caught snowballs in her mouth.
Mary and I got in the car and drove for an hour on country roads around the lake to take in more scenery and tried to get lost. We stopped the car to watch newborn calves in one pasture, while laughing at minature goats butting heads in another. We noticed horses and new houses that we have not noticed before. We admired the beautiful sunset as we drove back to the house. We thanked God at dinner for the wonder of the day.
God, help me to be more childlike and in awe of your world every day. Amen.