It’s snowing outside, and it’s my favorite kind of snow. Soft, fluffy, big flakes. And the sky is lit up by the snow.
There’s a quiet, a stillness that seems holy.
I had one of those days where I got too overwhelmed with my task list. I got discouraged by the things not yet done. By the busyness of the days to come.
And the snow caused me to stop. Caused me to sit. Caused me to REST.
I’m neighbors with some of my closest, dearest friends. Friends that help you fold your clean laundry so you’re a little less overwhelmed, who listen to you for hours talk about this boy that you really like, who feed you dinner when everything you have is frozen and you don’t want to take the time to thaw it out.
Who listen, who laugh, who love, who cry. I am so blessed by my friends.
We watched “White Christmas” and drank decaf coffee and RESTED.
So tonight, because I can’t fall asleep right away, I’m counting my blessings instead of sheep.
As I walked across the parking lot, back to my apartment, with snow up to my ankles, I looked up at the sparkling sky.
And I remembered.
My favorite line from “It’s a Wonderful Life”.
“No man is a failure who has friends.”
I am so blessed, so thankful, for my friends.