Snow Day…Every Day
Jessica R. Patch
“Snow Day!” Myles was thrilled to stay home.
Bailey grunted, "Just one more day we'll have to make up later." She's so positive.
As I poured my first cup of coffee, the best cup of the day, Myles begged me to go out and play. Bailey's too proud to beg.
"I don't care." I had no intentions of going out. I silently hoped they wouldn’t ask me. I’ve never offered myself up on the altar of frozen toes and fingers. I'm quite happy looking out the window, drinking my coffee, staying warm from the fire. No sireee, I am not an outdoors woman.
They didn’t ask, but as they ran off to gear up for the rare southern snowfall, I hear Bailey say, "Can't wait till Daddy comes home."
Daddy likes snow. Mostly, Daddy likes pelting his children with hardpacked snowballs and watching them drop like flies. I enjoy watching from the window as they scream for him to stop.
A new cup of coffee later, the kids barreled out of their rooms, layered up for the endless snowplay.
"Mom, Bailey says not to eat yellow snow. What's yellow snow?"
I explained and she laughed while opening the back door. The gust of icy wind reminded me why I wasn’t going out.
"Have fun," I called as they took off, Myles slipped on the patio but jumped up. "I'm okay!"
By my third cup of coffee, the backdoor opened. "Look, in or out. I'm not having you drip all over the floors and freeze the house out." I walk into the living room and see Myles, already on the couch with a bowl of Cheetos and Bailey picking up wet clothes.
"What's going on?"
Myles looked at me and stuck his feet out. "I got frostbite."
"You haven't been out long enough for frostbite."
He shrugged. "Have you been out there?"
I got his point. "Bailey, are you going back out?"
That was a no. I reheated my cup of coffee, came back into my room and sat at my desk to finish the last page of a Bible study and it hits me.
We, as Christians, are a lot like my family on a Snow Day. We spend a lot of time talking about playing in the snow. I like the idea of it, but I'm not willing to even try. I enjoy the comforts of my own four walls. My kids go, but don't stay out long enough to build anything. They spent more time gearing up than going out.
It doesn't feel like fun.
My kids never made it back out. They talked about it throughout the day.
The sun came out. And it melted the snow away, right along with their opportunity.
Don't let your opportunities melt away
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