At the beginning of February 2020, the snow came down hard here in metro Atlanta Georgia. I remember it well. I was at a county, Language Arts teachers' professional development session at Peachtree Ridge High. During one of the breaks, a facilitator announced that it was snowing. This snow stuff doesn't get old, even if you grew up with it, and I was definitely one of the ones outside, letting my face catch the large flakes falling, and launching a few snowballs at nearby trees. In fact, maybe I appreciate it more because you "don't know what you've got till it's gone", as the song goes.
I love your posts! This one about winter is speaking to my heart that tilts toward being critical of idleness. I NEED permission to be still. I NEED to know I am not lazy; I am spent - emptied - in need of replenishment. God builds restoration into our intentional downtime. Thank you, Dear Sara!
I love your posts! This one about winter is speaking to my heart that tilts toward being critical of idleness. I NEED permission to be still. I NEED to know I am not lazy; I am spent - emptied - in need of replenishment. God builds restoration into our intentional downtime. Thank you, Dear Sara!