It's snowing outside.
I want a roaring fire, a comfy chair, an afghan and my Bible, with hours to read, pray and meditate. But right now, all I can think of is a hundred things I need to do to get ready for Thanksgiving. And then the holiday beyond. It will be all good times. But in a way, I can't wait for it all to be over.
Under the weight, I feel weak. I'm looking for the promise fulfilled that "in quietness you will find strength". So, I will quiet my heart, my mind and my soul. I will not have all the hours I want to read my Bible, but I will have a few. And then begin to chip away at the long to do list.
It isn't the to do list that is bothering me, anyway.