i'm home today, feeling quite ill. i've got a sore cough and slight fever. wrapped in the softest blanket imaginable, peppermint tea in hand, i get to meet with you. what's better than sitting in your presence, looking out through my window, watching the trees you created, blow in the wind. they're covered in snow; everything's covered in snow. and, it's beautiful. you're beautiful. this is the perfect day to think... and, i am beside myself. with so many thoughts teeming the space that should only be occupied with peace, i decide to turn my self off for a while. right now, i have the privilege of sitting by a window, and of course, i am journaling. the sky is gray and i can feel how cold it is outside every time i touch the window glass. you know, there's something wonderful about waking up early in the morning. there's like this glorious fog that you'd only be able to experience if you awaken at 3 or 4a.m. during my prayer time this morning, i felt as if i were sitting on a rock next to god in the cool of the day. i began to read "now the lord is the spirit, and where the spirit of the lord is, there is liberty," (2 corin. 3:17). and then i read, "for you were called to freedom, brethren; only do not turn you freedom into an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another…but I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh… but the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control…" (gal. 5:13, 15, 22, 23). happy snow day.