I played “short order cook” for lunch today, which is definitely not the norm around here. Because, let’s face it, if given the choice, they’d probably always “order” belgian waffles w/ice cream & homemade whipped cream or something equally unhealthy.
On a completely different topic, I know that snow removal can be hard work. My driveway is about 3/4 the length of a football field and our snowblower decided it’s belt was worn out during the blizzard. So, trust me, I understand. And I also am fully aware that days off of school for the kids can certainly be an inconvenience. I work from home, so even when the kids are home, my “show must go on.”
So, what in the world do these two things, being a “short order cook” and the blizzard have in common??
I ventured out this morning for a 7 mile run after two days on the treadmill due to the blizzard. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I bundled up, put on my Yaktrax, and hit the sidewalks (well, what there was of sidewalks). I honestly didn’t want to do it. I even almost talked myself out of it. But, the thought of another mile on my treadmill sent me screeching out my driveway. Have I mentioned how much I dislike the treadmill? I was cold initially. It was dark at first. I hurdled icy spots. I climbed huge piles of snow at street corners. I backtracked to find additional sidewalk space that had been touched by a shovel. I even twisted my ankle. Thinking about the circumstances, I could have and maybe even should have been grumbling and had negative thoughts about how the snow has really been quite an inconvenience (goodness knows I’ve seen enough negativity on FB about it over the last few days to last me a long lifetime!!). But, by the grace of God (because I certainly know it wasn’t because of my own doing), I breathed in the clean brisk air, watched the most beautiful red sunrise come up over the glistening white snow, and listened to Amazing Grace. All I could think about was how thankful I was.
Fast-forward to lunch and having my littles home on this second snow day in a row. There have been plenty of times when I would have been pulling my air out, wishing for school, and hoping that the clock would tick more rapidly. But, today I looked at their smiles as I placed their special order lunch in front of them and all I could think about was how thankful I was.
How can we not all just be incredibly thankful for everything we have?! If it’s not the extra family time, or giggles in the snow, or the hot chocolate mustaches, or a cozy warm house, or a pantry full of food, or a body capable of getting out of bed to shovel, then it has to be the gorgeous sunrise over the glistening white snow this morning, or the helpful neighbor, or the little smiles that have been entrusted to our care that we get to see have another day of life.
Today, being a short order cook and the blizzard reminded me to pause, to pause and be still in the deep pool of thankfulness that sometimes gets filled with life’s clutter.