It’s really nice when things aren’t perfect.
When life isn’t exactly what you want it to be it makes you stronger, makes you wish for something more, makes you work harder.
That’s kind of why I like snow.
Snow reminds me that I don’t have it all together, even when I think I do. I may want to drive 100 km an hour on the road but I can’t. I will slip and slide. I will spin out, no matter how good a driver I think I am.
The icy touch of winter’s finger reminds me of my incorrigible impatience as I bustle to get indoors. I ask myself, “how often do I sit in my discomfort and allow things to simmer?” Seriously, how long is this going to take?!
Once I am outdoors for a while, freezing my pinkies off, I start to remember the pain other people go through as they trudge through the snow, with no home in sight.
Snow reminds me of my responsibility to have empathy and give to the downtrodden. They are beautiful souls, sometimes wrapped in rough packaging, but deep down they are just the same as me, in need of mercy, grace and unconditional love. In need of food, empathy and a place to lay their heads.
Snow reminds me of the slew of impure ways of thinking that used to toxify my mind and how they don’t anymore. The crisp white reminds me of the fact that I am clean, I am free, I am redeemed from all those the sins that once bogged me down.
As I stick out my tongue and feel the snowflakes melt I am reminded that when others gave their lives to Christ, their sin died to Him. Even though we all make mistakes, we don’t see those people as mistakes. We see them as glorious, dignified royalty, beloved by God and favored by all. We see them as sons and daughters of the Most High God.
I am reminded of my identity as a Princess and Beloved. When I look at the snowflake and see its design I know that God puts all things together so perfectly. The One who fabricated the perfect, little snowflake began something good in me and will see it through to the end.
When you look at the snow what do you see?