When I was a kid I loved the snow. Watching it fall was always one of my favorite images as a child. There was just something fascinating and captivating about watching the snow drift listlessly in the sky. The bigger the snowflake the more mesmerizing the event was for me. Of course, I also knew what the snow fall meant. It meant that it wouldn’t be long and we would be headed out to Big Rock (our favorite sledding hill). It also meant, especially when we lived out of the farm, we might even get enough of a snow drift that we would build snow forts, have snow ball fights, build snowmen and enjoy snow ice cream. But, if I am honest with myself, my favorite part of a significant snow fall was that if we had enough it meant we had a snow day. School would be cancelled and myself, my brother and my sister would have that unexpected day off from school. It is not that I hated school. I actually enjoyed it for the most part (I loved to read and I honestly loved to learn when I was little). But, that unexpected day of playing, enjoying the wonderful snow was always what the doctor ordered. As I look back on it now, I enjoyed the simpleness of a good snow day.
Today, snow days are scary. I think partly because every snow fall seems to be predicated with the words “Snowmageddon.” But mostly because when I see a snow fall I see how it complicates my life. If I run out of milk, which I will likely will as I noticed it was really low this morning, it is hard to go get milk. The roads are nasty, and if I do happen to get there, there is the legitimate chance the store is out of milk because everyone else felt the need to buy 5 gallons just in case we get 5 feet of snow. I also know that I eventually have to dig out. This is fine and dandy when the snow fall is a couple of inches. But when it starts blowing and the drifts reach 12 inches or more, that snow gets really heavy to move. I see myself focusing on all the reasons I hate the snow and in the end, it just really, really discourages me.
What happened? Why is it one of my favorite times of the year has become one of my least favorite? It is because I “grew up?” I think we like to say that. But, I think the reality is I don’t like the snow, because I am having a hard time slowing down and just enjoying life. So, this morning, if you find yourself in the pathway of yet another snowstorm. If you find yourself sitting there at home with your kids on yet another snow day. Take the time to enjoy it with your children. Find a way to reach that inner child that woke up extra early this morning because he/she didn’t want to waste a single moment of this extra day off sitting in bed. Laugh, play, scream out with joy. Life is too short to not enjoy every single minute.
“Rejoice, O young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth. Walk in the ways of your heart and the sight of your eyes. But know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment… before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, I have no pleasure in them (Ecc. 11:9, 12:1).”