This is my day. This is the day I've set aside to do whatever my little heart desires. And today, that may not include a whole lot of anything at all.
Here in beautiful downtown Singerville, the streets are covered in ice and sleet. The patio out back is totally white with the stuff. More is predicted for today, and snow will follow that. While the crews are out in force trying to keep the streets safe, I'm cocooned in my nice, warm, cozy house. The kids are with grandparents and friends. The Hubster is snoozing away upstairs.
I plan to build a fire and keep it going all day. I plan to stay either in my flannel-lined nightgown or sweats all day. Unless forced to do so by some twist of fate, I will (gasp!) go without certain undergarments worn above the waist for the entire day.
I will read. I will snuggle up with a quilt and a hot cuppa coffee in my Lazy Boy in front of the fire, and I will shut out the entire world as I travel to destinations far and wide, doing things I could only dream of doing, being people I would never be in real life.
Yes, I will read fiction. And I will thoroughly enjoy myself. I may even write a bit.
All of the things that need to be done will wait. The carpets will have to be cleaned another day. The vacuum will be still. Dirty clothes will still wait to be washed, and organizing and painting will be put aside. The television will remain dark and silent. The only sounds will be the crackling of the fire, the turning of the pages, the slurping of the coffee, and deep sighs of contentment from the reader.
I will eat when I'm hungry, nap when I'm sleepy, and only go into the bathroom out of necessity. I will let the dog sit beside me, enjoying the warmth of the flames and the quiet.
These days are too few and far between. I consider them to be gifts. Gifts from a Father who knows what I need and when I need it. Gifts that can oftentimes be taken for granted in the hurry-up days of life.
Who knows? I may get tired of all the quiet. I may get up and start cleaning like a madwoman, rockin' out to 70's tunes and driving the dog berserk in the process. I may get all the laundry done, clean the carpets, reorganize the kitchen, clean out the hall closet, vacuum, change sheets and make beds, mop the kitchen floor, dust, cook a wonderful meal and exercise to boot.
But it's not likely.
Because when God gives you a gift, it's best to use it and be thankful. And don't look that horse in the mouth.
And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.