The Trouble with Snow

Like a lot of other folk in the Northwest, I have a love-hate relationship with snow. The problem, I suppose, is not the snow itself. After all, I know Who created and controls the stuff, and I wouldn’t want to be in the position of declaring as bad that which God has given. There is a quiet beauty to snow that I enjoy.

But it can be a treacherous beauty. I have seen the power of snow to incapacitate all kinds of things dreamed up by human genius. Including our schedules. And I have a healthy respect for the power of what God creates. I personally have no trouble avoiding skis and snowboards; my feet are big enough and flat enough as it is. I have outgrown my need to prove that I can navigate ice. The truth is I like my snow at a distance. And when it gets too close for comfort, I remind myself that sooner or later, it will melt. Because that’s the way God made it.
Winking
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