Yesterday we were part of the Northeast that got hit by the storm and ended up with a snow day. Now, I’ve lived in areas that see far more snow and it gets much colder than it does in Philly, but I can enjoy a snow day as much as my kids. In today’s world of computers, working from home is even easier than working at the office, and I did. There is, however, a different tone to working at home during a snow day and it has nothing to do with the video games going on over my shoulder.
Midway through the day, it occurred to me that a snow day is the gift of margin from God. A bit for me and Joanna, but primarily for my children. Far too often, despite our best intentions as we have earnestly tried to teach our children guidelines to guard their schedules, the kids run a rather hectic pace. Gone are the days of church-going families going home for dinner on Sunday and then having a restful afternoon and evening. The Sabbath isn’t a valued part of the weekly routine anymore.
Well, I for one would like to thank God for the Snow Day, not because the office closed, not because the schools were closed, but because I was able to see God provide a Sabbath for my children! I got to hear my son say, “Dad, I’m bored.”
