Wintery Quiet

Went back to work, today. Very light commute. Not many folks in the building. Got a lot done.

For the brave souls who made it in, I was able to share my wonderment about how peaceful and calm was our Christmas break. Why?

Ever noticed how quiet the outdoors becomes when it snows. No birds chirping; not much traffic, the giggles of small children sledding.

During that peaceful break, I had the good fortune of engaging in substantive family talk, pertinent Bible study, reading the words to old Christmas hymns and learning the background of some of those glorious songwriters, and just watching the snow fall while walking in a field by our home. Quiet time.

Perhaps, quiet could be another arrow in the quivers of DMD children, their parents, grandparents, and other loving caregivers. The quieter it got, the more I reminisced about the abundantly good times shared with DMD grandson Hayes. More importantly, I started thinking about the next adventures with him and the family … and, I am not waiting until Spring warming.

Even Jesus sometimes had to get away from the overwhelming crowds. Methinks optimizing quiet times going forward will better equip me and others to deal with the dream killer. Sure hope so.

Shhhh! I hear quiet!

Kindly yours,

Papa in Franklin