The heavens declare the glory of God
Today is beautiful. Everyone will be complaining about the snow and the slush but today is still beautiful and calm and clean. The air has been washed by enormous flakes of snow and if I stand still I can hear the earth resonate with the fall of each unique creation.
Snowflakes are a wonderful tool of G-d. It is one of the simple truths of scripture, "The heavens declare the glory of G-d; And the firmament shows His handiwork" - Ps:19:1. Every snowflake is unique, each is a tiny miracle of creation and each shares a common fate. We can find an obvious and powerful parallel with our lives. It is just like the great Creator of the universe to order things in such a way that something so fragile, intricate and beautiful would last for such a brief moment...
There is a lesson for me in the midst of every snowfall. Will I still and quiet myself long enough to hear the earth beneath me applaud the perfect and fragile glory of each and every flake? Can I find it within myself to look past the task of scraping off my possessions and see the beauty of G-d's never failing care for our tiny sphere? Will I look past the obvious to see the snow with old eyes, ones that saw manna fall from heaven. Will I allow this brush of snow to remind me of G-d's faithfulness and help me to remember that G-d still meets the needs of His creation. Will I allow myself to see each perfect snowflake as a reminder of the brevity and beauty of life?
When the day is done, it's just snow. White, slushy cold snow but if I can see it for the miracle that it is I can be grateful for being allowed to see the steady hand of G-d upon every aspect of life. Today I walked outside and stopped and listened for a good long while. I heard the fall of every flake and I listened to the muffled sounds of city life beyond my vision. I felt the flakes touch my cheek and melt creating a kind of wet and gentle kiss from heaven. Sure, it was cold. Sure, I had to scrape it off my windshield. Sure, I got it in my shoe (I always do somehow) but I didn't really mind because I was busy appreciating the miracle that had gotten into my shoe and was currently stinging my ankle.
I suppose it's all a matter of perspective but I like to think that G-d in His gracious wisdom constructs moments like that specifically for people who are paying attention to them.
Snowflakes are a wonderful tool of G-d. It is one of the simple truths of scripture, "The heavens declare the glory of G-d; And the firmament shows His handiwork" - Ps:19:1. Every snowflake is unique, each is a tiny miracle of creation and each shares a common fate. We can find an obvious and powerful parallel with our lives. It is just like the great Creator of the universe to order things in such a way that something so fragile, intricate and beautiful would last for such a brief moment...
There is a lesson for me in the midst of every snowfall. Will I still and quiet myself long enough to hear the earth beneath me applaud the perfect and fragile glory of each and every flake? Can I find it within myself to look past the task of scraping off my possessions and see the beauty of G-d's never failing care for our tiny sphere? Will I look past the obvious to see the snow with old eyes, ones that saw manna fall from heaven. Will I allow this brush of snow to remind me of G-d's faithfulness and help me to remember that G-d still meets the needs of His creation. Will I allow myself to see each perfect snowflake as a reminder of the brevity and beauty of life?
When the day is done, it's just snow. White, slushy cold snow but if I can see it for the miracle that it is I can be grateful for being allowed to see the steady hand of G-d upon every aspect of life. Today I walked outside and stopped and listened for a good long while. I heard the fall of every flake and I listened to the muffled sounds of city life beyond my vision. I felt the flakes touch my cheek and melt creating a kind of wet and gentle kiss from heaven. Sure, it was cold. Sure, I had to scrape it off my windshield. Sure, I got it in my shoe (I always do somehow) but I didn't really mind because I was busy appreciating the miracle that had gotten into my shoe and was currently stinging my ankle.
I suppose it's all a matter of perspective but I like to think that G-d in His gracious wisdom constructs moments like that specifically for people who are paying attention to them.
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