Come On...Snowing Again?

I'm torn this morning. Actually, it's more of a deep conflict within me. You see, I love snow and if it's going to be cold anyway, I'd rather have the white stuff covering the ground than the bleak look of a dry winter. A good snow cover is beautiful, it's like a winter wonderland and although it's cold, it's pleasing somehow, maybe because it's bright and clean.

There's something uplifting about snow on a winter's day. It's quiet, peaceful, blocking out a great deal of other ambient sound. It brings with it a craving for hot chocolate and crackling fireplaces, curling up in a soft chair with a good book and a day of peace and rest.

Yet it rarely happens that way.

I remember as a kid (and you probably do, too) that the snow overnight just might lead to school cancellation and a "snow day." With that, the snow clothes were gathered from the closet, extra socks, gloves, scarves were donned, sleds were carefully collected and dusted from the garage and a bunch of us would meet at the local hill on the north edge of town. It wasn't much of a hill, but it was a lot of fun. Large ruts had been made by the rains and run off of this man made hill, but that led to obstacles when covered in snow. We didn't mind the rocks and bumps either because they made for nice ramps by which we would crash and roll and laugh out loud as we climbed the hill to do it all over again.

But where did those days go?

I said I was conflicted...that's because while I love the snow, I'm also tired of it, well not the snow itself, rather the cold. I find that I'm less tolerant of the cold these days, in fact I hate it.

Okay, so I'm not supposed to hate and after 46 years in Indiana you'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not. So that led me to look out the window this morning (after watching the news last night) and asking..."come on...snowing again?"

But then the sun poked through the clouds a few minutes ago, creating shadows and highlighting the big white flakes falling softly on our front yard and I was reminded that this cold and snow and winter has a purpose. That God is still working and recreating; and the process (in Northwest Indiana anyway) is a beautiful one. For that I am grateful and humbled.

So, let it snow...and where's my sled?

Peace ><>
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