Against my dog’s black fur this morning, I saw white tiny round flakes, newly fallen from the sky. The first flakes I’ve spotted so far since the season’s turning.
Nothing significant. Snow flakes, nonetheless.
Each year, I don’t really know why, at the first snow fall, I always hear whispers of God’s newness. I get emotional. I almost cried this morning… The dog noticed the little flakes too. He loves the snow. Okay, it really wasn’t even a “snow fall.” Just some flakes.
There’s nothing shocking about snow in Minnesota. By the time Spring gets here, we’re all groaning and sick of it. And I may tire of it much quicker this year being a new home owner with snow shovelling responsibilities. Our leaves haven’t turned colors yet, many trees are still green and holding on. But the time is coming, and I will welcome it.
I need the four seasons that we get in MN. For some reason, it’s important to my spiritual heath (which includes emotional health). I need the frost of winter. I need the heat of summer. When you look at a snowflake under a mircroscope, you see this intricate design. I’m not a scientist; I’m a theologian. So I can’t talk to you about molecules or whatnot, but I can talk about creation and new birth. About plan and design, about chaos and pain. About God’s goodness and sometimes when God seems to turn his back on us. If we could zoom way out, we might see a white covered earth in snowfall. If we could zoom way in, we might see little details, tiny designs, perfectly symmetrical patterns.
So let it snow. Lord let me give thanks. Let me see the details and let me see the big picture. Help me not fear the cold that is coming. Be with me. Amen.