Some of you may get so much snow on an annual basis that the sight of it fills you with dread … cold months with laborious chores involving shoveling and clearing. For those of us in the south of England it’s rather too rare, so to get a surprise fall, silently quilting our landscape, was quite marvelous.
With childlike awe and exclamations of wonder we beheld the beauty before us. Snow is indeed full of treasure. It’s not that easy to express grandiose descriptions or debate this natural wonder … I find that the very fact it is silent in its powdery arrival lends itself to appreciation in silence.
To gaze and walk in it, silently … a blanket encasing all it falls on, wrapping up our world with white wonder. It transforms something ugly and harsh into an art form, a sculpture … it covers dirt with purity and converts the landscape into a vision of magical imaginations.
It baffles me that each snowflake is in itself so tiny and fragile, yet together they can put on such a show! We’re told each one is unique and yet there must be billions of them in just a small patch of our garden. How did God think up snow and decide to create it? His creation is just stunning … honestly if this is what earth is like (and I’m like my young daughter on this one when she exclaimed “I just love this world” when looking at the snow), then what will heaven be like? Mind boggling. Roger Ebert put it this way: “the very fact of snow is such an amazement”.
Just like the snowflake, each one of us is unique. We’re all humans yet all different. So often we feel tiny and fragile, like we’re going to melt away too quickly … yet without each one, there would be no whole, no individual threads to the great tapestry masterpiece. Every single one matters and is not only precious but is beautiful. Thank God for individuality but also community … we’re stronger and can be even more beautiful together.
Ingrid x
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