He chose white.

I woke up this morning to discover the day was not going to look as I had thought. The problem with preparing for the weather is more than just the weather its self. The real problem is that people talk about the weather way too much. It's a go-to subject. It's a no fail when you need something to talk with strangers about. It's a common discussion which means that it can be misinterpreted or miss communicated at any given time. I had heard the weekend was going to be beautiful. It was supposed to be in the 50s with sunny skies. I went to bed late last night and there was no sign of snow, but this morning the pine tree outside my window looked much different. White is the best descriptor, actually. The land Narnia had appeared once again in my neighborhood. I felt as if I should have been mentally prepared for this change. After all, the entire landscape morphs with a snowfall. It's truly spectacular. Snow has a particular consistency and certain properties that make it such a unique weather phenomenon. It is soft yet frozen. It clings, dusts, dumps, falls and melts. Perhaps I am in love with snow. There is a quietness in it. I am hesitant to disturb it, yet my timidity suffers quickly to it's power. The weight of snow can tear down tree branches, power lines and fences. It has a knack for disturbing traffic flow. It is ruthless on streets and walkways. I know I respect snow.



The other thing about snow that completely astounds me is its color. It is not devoid of color. If so, it would be black. Can you even fathom black snow? Depression would be even more rampant. I'm sure there is probably some scientific explanation for the whiteness of snow, but I am not a scientist so I am not concerned with that. What I believe is that our Creator specifically designed snow. I know that He made the properties and laws and conditions for snow. And some time during its creation, it was called to appear white. Pure and clean. Simple and refreshing.

I find beauty in snow. Like every other aspect of weather and the changes of season, there are complaints about it. It can seem like a nuisance. Perhaps it is feared. The drop in temperature and inability to travel easily in snow can be disconcerting. But it forces us to recognize. We must adapt and slow down. This also to me is beautiful.

Colorado has forced me to recognize nature even more. My entire life I have enjoyed the outdoors and exploring new places. Living in this new climate has been an adventure. The mountains and hills were an immediate daily change that I adapted to with great joy! Colorado has fantastic seasons. It is hot in the summer, cold and snowy in the winter, clean and fresh in the spring and absolutely dripping with autumnal color in the fall. The trees, flowers and grasses all transition. This is a blessing that I can count on each season. I pray a never fail to appreciate it. I pray the same for you.

cold and snowy, but most sincerely,
-s



p.s. Happy New Year!