These were taken 2 hours ago. There's more now. Tons more. Well, maybe not tons, but we now have a total of 2 feet. And it's still coming down.
I am feeling uber-restless. I hate my use of the word "uber." But there it is. I pace back and forth between the front and back doors. Looking for signs that someone miraculously forged a path in the road. Jeff had to get a ride home in the county truck. Even with studded snow tires, he couldn't get out of the parking lot. It took them and hour and a half to get home. Normally he's home in 30 min or less. The front of the truck acted like a snow plow pushing the snow up over the hood instead of off to the side. No hope for my minivan I suppose. I remind myself to be content. Roaring fire. Snacks. A meal or two. But I wanted to make cookies and I don't have enough butter. So now I really want cookies. See how that works. Just like my children. If it's out of reach, I want it even more. I'm praying now that I can turn this day around. Long for Him instead of cookies. Yearn for and crave His sweetness. Stop pacing and just be still and know that He is God.
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I have some butter if you want to borrow some! I know, no help!
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