It’s beautiful outside, snow on the trees, its quiet in the house, and it’s 6:00 am on a Saturday.
For some reason, I’m laying in bed latent with energy; my skin almost crawling. This is great when I need to go to work or I have an early morning trail run planned with my bros; but that day is not today. Today is one of our first snows in a while, chilly weather, and it’s a week and a day until Christmas.
I love this time of year.
The holiday décor everywhere you go. Streets lined with Christmas lights, and a hot drink tastes just a little better. We sing songs ongs about the days of old, Santa, Frosty, and Rudolph;
cold weather and snow, presents under the tree, gatherings of friends and family friends, and a heightened sense of gratitude and compassion. There is so much good during Christmas time that would benefit this world at anytime of the year.
No matter where you go, you can hear songs of a Savior, a child who came into this world to bring peace and life. You don’t have to be in the church to hear or sing a sing of Jesus, and the promise of hope that he brought into this world. You merely have to walk into a store, turn on the radio, listen to that person humming or whistling; you will find Christmas all around.
This is a perfect morning to be home with my family. I need this, especially after a busy week. I could get dressed and hit the trails this morning, but I’ve been gone when the kids wake up every other day this week. I want to be here, and I want to be present.
That’s why I am writing right now, I need to train my self to be at rest, to be okay with home. I tend to be on the move a lot. Usually I’m thinking bout what’s going to happen the rest of the day, tomorrow, and even the whole upcoming week. If I’m not careful, my mind can become a mess. I don’t like it when my mind is a mess, because it causes me to miss the good all around me, and the good that I could be doing.
So today I will be intentional.
This moment is a gift. A chance to be at home and write is a gift. Enjoying the sunrise and snow from the comfort of my couch is a gift, and I will be thankful for it.