The darkness outside at this hour blankets creation while the white of a fresh snow becomes the sheets for humanity to crawl under. Stillness is the norm. The ground is completely gone. Not even a footprint leads from one place to another. The trees are bowing in reverence to the heaviness of the hand that fell on them yesterday. It is almost as if the snow were God and he made his great return and every branch was going to bow whether it liked it or not.
The roses that were starting to awaken to a new season have since gone back to sleep. Realizing that right now it is better to stay in their beds of the branch than to come outside and freeze to death. They would love to see the beauty of the powder outside their rooms, but they know that if they were to see the face of the brilliant purity outside their branch rooms, they would surely die. So they stay put. They will have to be satisfied to hear about it from the trees and bushes that got to experience the wonder.
The oak at the end of the street stands in full maturity. He has long lost his winter coat. He stands naked in a field, but seems to invite the cold purity of the freshly descended God outside. He is happy to have a new set of cloths. Cloths that are white and pure. He stands proud. There is no bending, there is no weeping, he saves that for the willow in the yard across the street. The oak, he stands firm and secure in the creator of himself. He is so happy to have this invited freshness on his every limb.
The birds of the sky are utterly confused this morning. They are singing at moments they normally don’t sing. They stay at a distance from the descended being that has covered their scavenged world. At first I guess they wonder how they are going to survive. All they depend on for nourishment has been blanketed by this new being. But they soon realize that they are finding all the sustinence that they need. His coming to bring a purity has not taken away their freedom to do what they want, but has brought a new freedom to surrender. So they sit on branches, fences, phone wires, and the like and take in the display of His beauty.
While creation cries out to the God of all creation, I lay in the comfort of my house. The fire roaring, children peacefully sleeping, coffee warmly brewed, and the glow of a little apple are what I see this morning. I glimpsed outside to see the beauty of this brand new descended purity. It is quite stunning if I do say so myself. Eventually it will ascend back to the heavens only to return again someday. But for today I get to experience the presence and joy of something new and different. I pray today that I do not get outdone by creation. I pray today that they do not bow more than I. I pray today that they do not stand more secure than I. I pray today that they do not rely for a provider more than I. I pray today that I join in with creation and scream and shout above them in gratitude and joy for the Creator has stepped down and reminded us again that he is here and powerful. May I be…
AS WHITE AS THE SNOW!!!
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