We never know what can come from a holiday. In Punxsutawney, PA, Phil said that there would be six more weeks of winter. Well, thank you, Mr. Groundhog. I can't say that I'm particularly thrilled at the prospect of walking to my classes in knee deep snow (it seems that Michigan snow plowers are in denial that they need to plow)...yet I have to stop in amazement at God as I trudge to the Martha Miller Center as to the intricacy of each snowflake. Complete wonder encapsulates my being as I look up at the beautiful snowflakes dancing in the wind all around me...The deep mysteries of God never cease.
Speaking of mysteries...I went to breakfast with Sacred Dance leadership this morning. There were 7 of us meeting at 7:45am (an hour that I haven't seen in a couple weeks). We had good fellowship and enjoyed our pancakes. Towards the end the waitress came to the table and said that someone had covered our bill. The person was struck by how respectful and joyful we were. I must confess that I was a bit incredulous. I have heard of many stories like this but they always happened to other people. This was God's blessing for us...7 poor college girls getting breakfast. God works in mysterious ways and they are also for our good. So even though there are six more weeks of winter, I have that blessing from God to warm my heart.