Last night frozen stuff was falling from the sky. My daughter, who went to sing in a middle school concert in Lynchburg, was unable to get home because the road conditions were so treacherous. She and her choir teacher spent the night at a Hampton Inn.
This morning the weather looked iffy. I called the church and my pastor answered the phone. He was debating whether to call church at 8 a.m. Then, around 9 a.m., it began snowing and David sent an email canceling church. Around 10 a.m., my daughter finally made it home from her adventure that began Saturday at 6 a.m.
It truly felt like a Sabbath at home, snowed in and lounging around. I admit I was a bit lazy – all I did was a devotional and uttered a few quick prayers. The rest of the day I tapped away on my laptop and watched TV with my daughters.
