Three days ago, I woke up to one of the biggest blizzards that I've ever witnessed. It snowed...and snowed...and snowed. All day long. And then, just as all the snow was wrapping up, it snowed some more!
The only thing that has motivated me to leave my cozy house this week is the need to go to dance classes. In the past week, I've come to find that dancers are similar to the employees of the United States Postal Service. "Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds." Nothing, not even Snowmaggedon, can keep us from doing our duty.
Some people like snow. Their hearts leap for joy when the weather man announces "99.9999% chance of snow". They can't wait to bundle up and dash outside to roll around in the snow, making impressions of angels. I used to be one of the people. Then, I realized something. Snow is COLD! Now, I'm quite content to just sit inside with my feet wrapped in warm fuzzy socks, sipping hot tea, and watching my neighbors scoop the snow off of their driveways.
In the end, despite all of the trouble that snow causes; wind chills of -12 degrees and plummeting, stuck cars, my poor father being trapped at work because the highway's closed down and slippery sidewalks that cause you to fall on your behind, I find that I still think that snow is a beautiful thing. It's sparkly, peaceful, and causes the earth to fall into the dormant state that it needs to be in for a short time in order for it to rest and replenish so that we might have a lovely, green spring. It covers the brown winter ground with pure white. It's a subtle, or not so subtle in the case of this particular storm, reminder of how Christ has covered our sins and made us beautiful, pure, and new.
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