This morning, the lawns become ice skating rinks. The children are so light they can skate across the surface of the snow without falling through.
When I walk, I sink. I’m just too heavy.
All day, I think of those weightless little children and the joy they exude as they twirl and slide to school.
I pray that I learn to travel light, as they do, to cast my heavy burdens on the Lord, and to shed the worry and stress from my heart.
Without fear, weightless, I walk on water.
Journal: What weight might I cast off and onto the Lord?