Our gift this Christmas in North Carolina was SNOW! Falling down from heaven to cover the ugly brown of worn winter earth. To make new. To make white. To make clean.
I love how snow comes - softer than a whisper. Slowly making its descent from clouds of glory and mystery to land on earth's adventure. Perhaps one snowflake may make its short lived home on the nest of bird or the eave of a forest cottage. The wild ones may be caught on laughing children's tongues or scooped up to make a snowman's tummy, or landing on sloped hills to make the sled run. However they come and wherever they land, snowflakes are a beautiful creation. What a glorious God thought!
To come on such a celebration day, when hearts are full of thanksgiving for the Son gift. Our Savior, slowly, softly, humbly coming down from the glories of heaven. To land, here, on worn dusty earth, in young maiden arms, in quiet, not-to-be bothered town. What a gift!
Thank you Lord for your mysterious wonderful gifts of snowfalls and a Savior!
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