It finally snowed! It’s not a blanket but a dappling, spotting the earth with tiny mounds of miracles and each azalea leaf holding a scoop as dazzling as full spring bloom. I can imagine becoming bored with snow if it sat around in foot upon foot creating daily labors on top of all my other work. But I live in the south and snow is cause for celebration here, it creates hopes of cancellations, makes covers warmer and fires worshipful. It draws me to the back porch in the middle of the night just to hear its quiet, to be a part of it turning night into Silent Night. Now here in the bare light of dawn, I am drawn over and over again to the window, to the joy of a renewed contemplative gaze reserved only for the holy, holy snow, as it whispers, “God is so kind”, and I am so much better Lee when I am worshipping; Oh the snow of ages cleft for me.
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