Snow, snow, snow! Glorious powder that covers the details of earth like icing sugar!
It falls from the heavens void of sound or splashes of colour.
It falls and lands with a form of grace that can only be described as delicate and beautiful; only one exception is found when it becomes a servant to the wind.
I recently read an article giving scientific reasoning for the silence that accompanies this white blanket.
Did you know that there are “air pockets within fresh snowflakes that absorb sound waves? Once snow hardens, noise levels return to normal. This is why there is that sense of peace and quiet during gentle snowfalls… (source: Fresh Home magazine).”
I have walked in many a snowfall, and I have experienced its’ deafening silence and humble entrance. How I love its cave like beckoning and sense of refuge I feel as it envelopes me! How I would love to have such a walk today.
Despite the fact that I live in a literal valley of rain, I have memory of living in a winter climate of snow. This afternoon that memory serves me a tangible illustrative lesson as I read the Word of God, listen to this if you will…
“…the Kingdom of God IS AS IF a man should scatter seed on the ground. He sleeps and rises night and day, and the seed sprouts and grows, he knows not how. The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear. But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts it in the sickle, because the harvest has come” (Mark 4:26-29).
“As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything. In the morning sow your seed, and at evening withhold not your hand, for you do NOT KNOW which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good” (Ecc. 11:5-6).
I am beginning to understand and grasp a depth of joy from lessons of raw humility. GOD is not impressed by my acts or words of passionate service or words of teaching. He is so jealous for my life and so relentless to recover my driving will that He has bridled me into a posture of quiet and of being still. From this lowly barn stall, aromatic from my own dead stench of pride, He has taken my tears and used them as seeds unbeknownst to me, just like snow falling.
This December my heart is rejoicing with new discovery of who Jesus is, what it must mean to follow HIM and not my own fickle heart of passion and spirit of determination, and like snow, Jesus absorbs my noisy restless heart and gives me a sound of peace.
He alone knows where the seeds of my life will fall, it is not for me to pre-determine that or even know that. To release my hands off of my own life as a RESULT OF TRUST in the One who created me means that my existance already knows its purpose.
You have no idea what a victory this is for my stubborn will of iron.
Let it snow, let it snow, let is snow!!