There’s nothing like a snow day on a Saturday in March in middle Tennessee. We had so much fun hoofing it through the 3 or so inches of white powder all the way over behind our neighbor’s house situated at 1 o’clock in the cul-de-sac. There are hills back there. I mean big ones. Hills that make you wish you lived in....well, a cul-de-sac, I guess. Seriously, the hills are about ten to twelve feet high. But on this day, they were mountains. Now, normally I would dislike “wasting” a snow day on Saturday, which I consider a free-day. I like my snow days on weekdays, like they were made for. I can buck the grown-up responsibilities and keep Emma home from school.
I so want to approach this life like a kid, the way Jesus talked about. I want to hope for hope’s sake, like I don’t have to worry about damage control on the front-end to lessen or better manage the pain on the back-end. And if I don’t realize or attain all that I hope for, I want to grieve it like I will never have hope again. I think for me it’s about living in the here and now; knowing myself, knowing God, and then being able to know others.
Our friends, Mac and Kelly from down the street walked over to the hills to join us with their kids. What a great surprise. It was fun to have a small community even if it was only for what seemed like a moment and it made me glad to share the time with them.
Oh what fun it is to ride......
Here’s to blogging,
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