When the snow falls down, it feels possible to slow down. It seems right to linger by the window and watch the flakes float to the ground. It seems right to hear the crunch of the ice under small feet, to savor the hot chocolate, to take a nap under a heavy blanket. It seems easier on these days to take it slow and give thanks for the gift. When there is magic outside the window it seems ok to let the laundry pile up, to read another chapter in the book, or to sit on the couch with your loved ones. The world seems just a little quieter, a little slower, and so do we.

When the snow doesn’t fall down, it is still possible to slow down. It is still right to linger by windows and watch the sun filter through the trees or listen to the rhythm of rain falling down. It is right to savor our daily bread and give our mind and bodies rest. It is good to slow down and give thanks for gifts. There doesn’t have to be snow on the ground to let the laundry pile a little higher, to read another chapter or sit with loved ones. We may not always see magic outside our window but there is always grace. This world may not be a little quieter, a little slower, but we have permission to be.

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