In the stillness of the morning, before the world stirred, a layer of snow lay across a land that rarely sees snow. It beckoned us to rest. Unlike other places where there are stockpiles of salt and snow plows, we have to wait patiently for it to melt. It seemed that all creation and God was saying take a few days to rest, to take in the moment. It let me know just how much difficulty I/we have with being still. Our first inclination is to get busy, to make paths to our vehicles that can’t go anywhere and if we moved them, we would find that many of the places we would go, were closed. So being forced to pause, I took it all in…the reverent hush of nature, the pure scent in the air, the bright glare from the ground that lit the house like a spotlight…I took my queue from the Lord and settled in for a few days…