The largest snowflakes I have ever seen fell in swirling, whirling masses
for hours and hours today.
We sat gathered in the kitchen just this morning,
grieving, weeping together over the rubble of yesterday's grief,
this whole last week's grief.
It followed us everywhere,
We could not shake it. We desired to escape it, somehow.
We all felt the need to get away from it.
We could not GO anywhere, for the season's worst blizzard was upon us,
the van is broke down so that we can not all travel together, and there was work to be done at home.
We could not GO.
As if Going would help.
What we really needed was grace to fall upon us,
and to worship in it as it fell,
like our son Jim who, with uplifted face greeted the huge snowflakes in enraptured delight.
We listened to music, we read, we were quiet.
And then, gathered at the family table for dinner once again, the grace piled up deep,
like the snow outside, knee deep and then some.
What pure JOY to sit down together, sing, pray, give thanks, and enjoy our meal.
Gratitude brings life, enriches life.
I think that gratitude is the blood of emotional well being.
To be ungrateful is to invite insanity.
To be grateful is to live abundantly, even amidst grieving.
Or maybe it is the way to overcome grief.
Family life should be a healing balm to the wounds and suffering of this world.
The gathering at the table is the pinnacle of our day,
where we all join in worship, talk over the day, laugh, teach, and love.
I have done it before,
mistaken the calling to worship for the urgency to GO, Do.
But grace got in the way, and the call to go was heard as the call to worship.
Therein, gratitude begat joy.
Joy begat the final healing.
I am thankful for the storm and the broken van that kept us home today.
Our Heavenly Father is so good to give us what is good for us, at just the right time.
So often we think we want something different, but he knows better.
"Show me your ways O lord, guide me in truth."