It snowed here. The wind is howling, schools were closed, and Mystique face-planted in the front yard. And the best part – I have given myself the privilege to work from home. In flannel polka dot pajama pants and wrapped in a blanket. [Ten points for the person to guess the movie that playing in the background.]
In anticipation of the storm, I canceled any obligations I had today in exchange for the peace of staying off the roads. I ran around like crazy yesterday to get things down so I could stay in. I have plenty to keep me busy in the warmth of home. It’s Christmas for a pastor. I have sermons to write. Three, to be exact. I have things to do for sure.
I did go to the office this morning. The commute wasn’t terrible but it ended with very wet pant legs. I had to walk across the parking lot to grab some needed bulletins, books, and papers. The lot hasn’t yet been plowed and it went from very little snow to very high drifts. I could barely get the church door open against the drifts next to it.
If I’m honest, I’m not bothered by the snow at all. In fact, I really like it. I think I like snow. I dream of someday owning snowshoes and would love opportunities to go cross-country skiing more often. It’s a good thing I don’t mind the white stuff or the cold – Paige and I bought train tickets to Montana yesterday. Montana in January. So excited.
It is best the snow has come now. We hope for clear roads come holiday travel, especially this girl, whose only hope of being with family on Christmas is a clear drive home following Christmas morning church. Here’s to writing three sermons, leading four services, and packing/wrapping all before then. And all I feel like doing right now is napping.
there's no place like gnome. 
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