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I’m looking out on a stark white yard, a hunched magnolia, and flakes falling in a sweet kind of rhythm.

I like the silence of the snow.

It builds up and packs down and climbs high in inches without a sound. Snowflake upon snowflake upon snowflake, and you end up with a happy blanket of the stuff.

It teaches me.

Some of us need to know that our work, our slow and steady, our consistent offering and service to the world will be without fanfare and applause and hoopla for a good long stint. But after a while we’ll end up with some beautiful tapestries. No noise, no announcement, no manipulation needed. Just keep up the quiet grind. Lord, help us.

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This time a few days ago I was winging my way back to the nest. New York City left me feeling full, strong, and able. I knew I liked the city scene but NYC is on a level of its own. It quickened my heart and jolted me awake again. Funny, because I hadn’t realized I was all the way asleep. Sometimes we don’t see how off we are until we’re righted again.

New York set me straight and I’m thankful.

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We’ve had a few snow days here and they have been nothing short of glorious. I held Bible study with the children this morning over biscuits and jam and cereal. It felt like it used to. As it turns out, the kids had been very hungry for it (the Bible, not the breakfast).

In our homeschooling days we would rise and fix something good and sit down for a slow, deep, satisfying walk through the scriptures and poetry. I knew that I had been pining for this, but I didn’t realize that they had too. I’m grateful they miss our old mornings as much as I do, but I don’t currently know what to do about it. Schooling outside the home makes life very, very different.

I feel conflicted over it. Like seriously divided and wavering.

I have it in my heart to write a post on it soon.

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As for now, I have chicken soup simmering on the stove. Sweet sunshine is flowing through my back windows and warming every inch of me. My oldest just arrived back home from playing with the neighbor kids. The other two have been occupied playing store. Mexican wedding cookies will slip into the oven to warm soon, a family board game will begin (complete with arguments and frustrations, I’m sure), and a table time talk about peacemaking over dinner. (Because Lord knows we need it.) Then, our descent into a school evening will commence. I’d be lying if I said that I was looking forward to getting back into the regular school routine. In all truthfulness, I’m loathing it a bit. Christmas break, you can’t come soon enough.

Meanwhile, we’ll be making the most of it.

Friends, thank you for hanging with me on this little back burner of a blog. I am currently praying what the honest next level looks like for my writing, as I’m carving out space to lean into it a tad more after the first of the year. Prayers for wisdom, creativity, and discernment on how all this should look are greatly appreciated.

I’ll be back soon, with that post I promised.

Warm love and hugs to you all.

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And a sweet little update: Yet another snow day was called for last night, so I trust more bliss (and some boredom, arguing, and discipline) will ensue today? And then, only a two day week to follow. Little gifts like this feel like big, blessed grace. Feeling thankful.

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Beth Tatman

    Thank you so much for this reminder. Our slow steady work can sometimes seem like it isn’t making a difference, but it is.

  2. Kate

    It is! Yes! Thank you for reading! Merry Christmas! 🙂

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