As the snow piles up, so do the snow days. People are frustrated that they can't work, can't get around. And they're cold and wet.
But I can't help but think back on the first one, January 12th, 2011, when we went outside to shovel our cars out and found neighbors dancing in the driveway. Literally. Everywhere was gorgeous white and people of all ages were bundled up like the little kid in A Christmas Story. I exchanged smiles and happy snow day greetings with each person I saw - no exceptions. I know that my worldview has a starry-eyed optimist sway, but readers, you couldn't deny the relief on those faces. People need a break from routine, and sometimes the only thing that will grant it is mama earth.
"Everything doesn't get better just because it's a snow day, you know," laughed Morgan.
"Yes, it does," I said. "Look around."
A quote on this subject:
"As Luther puts it, our sinful state is like a dunghill: ugly and offensive, having nothing in itself that would commend it to anyone, let alone God. Justification is like the first snowfall of winter that covers everything, including the dunghill, in a blanket of pure white. The smell is gone. The repulsive sight is gone. The dunghill is still intrinsically a dunghill, but now it’s covered." - Summation found on this blog.
But I can't help but think back on the first one, January 12th, 2011, when we went outside to shovel our cars out and found neighbors dancing in the driveway. Literally. Everywhere was gorgeous white and people of all ages were bundled up like the little kid in A Christmas Story. I exchanged smiles and happy snow day greetings with each person I saw - no exceptions. I know that my worldview has a starry-eyed optimist sway, but readers, you couldn't deny the relief on those faces. People need a break from routine, and sometimes the only thing that will grant it is mama earth.
"Everything doesn't get better just because it's a snow day, you know," laughed Morgan.
"Yes, it does," I said. "Look around."
A quote on this subject:
"As Luther puts it, our sinful state is like a dunghill: ugly and offensive, having nothing in itself that would commend it to anyone, let alone God. Justification is like the first snowfall of winter that covers everything, including the dunghill, in a blanket of pure white. The smell is gone. The repulsive sight is gone. The dunghill is still intrinsically a dunghill, but now it’s covered." - Summation found on this blog.
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