My Snow Day was different, however. With no students to teach and no place to rush to, I stayed under my warm, comfy covers until my stomach convinced me to get out of bed. What was it screaming for?
Pancakes.
Always in a rush to get to work on time, I can never have pancakes for breakfast during the week. Today was different. But as I was getting the ingredients, I realized that since I didn't follow my usual morning routine, I missed my time with God.
As I whisked Aunt Jemima's pancake mix with water, I talked to God, thanking him for the snow and the day that was ahead of me. I asked Him to be with my family, my students, and the people that were traveling outside. I wondered what my unplanned day would be like, but I knew that He would be with me throughout it.
While the pancakes were simmering in the frying pan, I went to my room and grabbed my devotional, Jesus Calling. By the time I returned to the kitchen, it was time to flip the pancakes. Before I knew it, there was a heaping pile on the plate.
I sat down at the table with the pancakes before me and the butter and syrup by its side. I opened my book and smiled as the pancakes seemed to melt in my mouth. Perfect.
What was even more perfect about that morning was that I got to make pancakes with God. He was right there with me in the process, listening to me, hanging on every word. I was out of my routine, which was a blessing because I experienced God in a new way.
After breakfast and my devotional, I spent some more time with Him and watched a Nooma video, thinking about its meaning as I cleaned up. My Snow Day blessed me with things that I don't get very often: rest, pancakes, and unrushed time with God.
