A winter storm hit the midwest yesterday and is moving east. We had some ice last night. As it fell, it crackled like dropping crystals. I stood for a moment and listened to the soft symphony.
I love snow. We have had a few snow showers so far, but not the layers of white I’m hoping to see soon. To me there is nothing so magical as watching the world don its wintry dress.
Snowflakes in choreographed freefall tumble to the ground together. Slowly the earth covers itself. I look out my window from time to time and am always amazed at how it starts to pile up. How can the sky hold so much whiteness? How could every snowflake that ever fell in every generation, on every continent, be unique in design? How can a human heart stand unmoved in the presence of such greatness?
My soul is on tiptoe. Snow is so ordinary, yet so magestic. Mere moisture in a cloud. But what a transformation as the temperature drops. Out of the frozen landscape of winter comes stark beauty. Our God works these wonders. “He giveth snow like wool; He scattereth the hoar-frost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels….” (Psalm 147:16-17a) The snowstorms bear His mark. The winter winds are Heaven’s breath. And His imprint is in every tiny snowflake.
You are making me jealous. I just finished posting about Samuel’s birthday, but my next post is about our parade on Saturday. We almost passed out from the heat. We were soaked with sweat as we wished everyone a Merry Christmas. I came home and called Mom who told me about the Winter Wonderland. I am really looking forward to coming north for Christmas. We are all praying for lots of snow. I agree with you about the magic of the snow. I grew up in the north and our whole family loved the snow-lots of good memories.
Beautiful! Your writing I mean. Snow is … whatever! 🙂 I’m just jealous ’cause it’s 85 degrees here. 🙂 I’m putting up the tree tomorrow, while the A/C runs full blast!