Saturday morning I got up early, before Leah and Scott, and went for a walk in the snow. It was wonderful. The whole neighborhood was still asleep, it seemed, and the only sound I could hear was snow falling from the pine trees. Absolute silence….a sound new moms crave.
As I walked, I began singing Nicole Nordemann’s “Seasons,” and was carried away by the magic of the moment. I began to cry at one point, because it was so beautiful and so good for my soul.
I was just so thankful for that time. I was able to walk in silence, uninterrupted by cars or traffic or children playing, and just think. And the beauty…..I always forget how beautiful snow is. Winter here usually looks much like the other seasons, minus some of the green. Never white. Never radiant.
Everything looked different. I found myself wondering aloud how God can make something so ordinary, so mundane, appear so beautiful and spotless. As I thought that, I found myself thinking how the same could be said about me. Nothing special by myself….but made exquisite by His hand.
I’m still thanking God for His gift of my Saturday morning. I’ll be floating on that high for a little while.
4 of your thoughts:
Wow, Jess. I rarely look at snow that way anymore. It's just so commonplace now that I often fail to see anything more deeply beautiful about it. Sort of like the oranges in Spain. At first we were so enthralled by them but after a while it wasn't that special to see oranges rolling around in the street amidst the wheels of the cars.
these photos are SO gorgeous.
all the pictures are just amazing! Great job!
Beautiful! Those are very nice pictures. I love the snow. We don't get it nearly enough down here in the south, so I've been really enjoying it lately.
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