Our city is thawing from over 13 inches of snow. It’s bitter cold but not cold enough to limit snow forts and sledding and snowball fights. We’ve had hot chocolate for days, as the blurry calendar between Christmas and New Years stretched into the first week of the year.
If you’re like me, your inbox is full of messages that need culling and your house is full of boxes that need purging. What is it about January 1st that highlights more than a desire for slim waistlines and slim budgets?
I’d like less of everything, please.
In the interest of brevity and simplicity, I’m sliding into your inbox to let you know about two things you might have missed, buried underneath those Amazon boxes and dishes of leftovers in your fridge.
1: an email series I wrote for those of us with too many tasks and too little time … too many responsibilities, and yet not enough of our desires fulfilled. This email series is for us — the limited ones, full of dreams but feeling like we’re standing on the other side of the fence from it all. (It’s free, and you can sign up here.)
2: Also, for another week, we are offering SOAR (my more private writing space) at a large discount. This space allows me to write more frequently to a group of those interested in reading, conversing and considering, rather than just the scrolling we inevitably all do through our days. Nate and I post videos here once or twice a month on topics of growing deeper in God and finding Him in the nuances of life. And I share resources and heart thoughts and questions to bring in to your time with God — with a bit of a firewall around this space, I’m enabled to be more candid … and more frequent. Once, or sometimes twice, a year we discount this membership. Now is that time.
With that, I return to the cycle of peeling off kids’ snow pants and coats to be dried for a minute before my people recover and return to their igloos.
Happy New Year,
Sara
My dryer has been running non stop! I just returned from a bout outside!
As a Minnesotan, it makes me laugh that you think 21 degrees is bitterly cold. But mostly I’m jealous of all your snow! Ours melted right after Christmas. I remember the days of snow pants and perpetually wet mittens… the memory brings joy now though I doubt I had proper appreciation 20+ years ago. Blessings on you and your littles!