The slow pace of a snow day. Unplanned, so we can give pause.

Moon rises full, shining through snow laden trees.

Cardinal at the bird feeder.

Fire burning in a wood stove. A loving gesture from a loving husband.

As I hold a coffee cup, I think of the dear friend who gave me the cup, and more importantly her friendship.

Surely my cup runneth over. I can see God’s hands throughout this morning, and I am blessed.