Snow Embrace

The snow birds are back this morning–enjoying a frolic in that white stuff that magically appeared overnight. A trio of them perch in naked forsythia bush; feathery baubles fluffed out against the cold.

I sit with morning coffee and watch ornitho-antics. Gravity does not deter their play…they flit to and fro with sudden graceful movements as if dangled from invisible wire–an infant’s mobile orchestrated by invisible puppeteer.

I am that infant.

I watch, bedazzled as this scene plays out against winter-white.

I am thinking about seasons. This surprise-snow reminds me of my Father. How He likes to astonish, fill me with wonder. The seasons He orchestrates for me are not predictable. They do not come with a mark on the calendar. They are sprinkled down from heaven in the dark of night like this dusting before my eyes this morning.

The local weathermen changed the forecast three times yesterday. When we went to bed there was no sign of snow–just a whisper in the wind.

When I opened my eyes to morning light I heard the snow in the silence. The world unspeaking, muted by insulating mantle of purity.

It is the way of God–to silence the corrupt by the chaste.

And so, I am quieted.

There is no shame in this silence, only a gentle hand cupping my face. I am still as the coverlet falls over me. There is only relief. No striving, no pushing, no struggle against injustice.

Just blessed peace.

I’m resting today, Beloveds. Happy Saturday to you all.

Comments

  1. says

    Beautifully written my friend….

    We had a winter storm warning…. yet we got nothing… my husband was quite disappointed….

    Have a blessed Saturday!

  2. says

    Laura,
    Gorgeous words. I am quieted reading this Snow Embrace. And looking out my office window at a downy woodpecker and a handle of morning doves gathered at the feeder. Beautiful.

  3. says

    I am reminded of a beautiful old hymn when I read these words. A gentle touch on the shoulder, a reminder of Him who blesses us each day, more than we ever deserve. Thank you, Laura. You are a blessing for me. Your words linger in my heart for days.

  4. says

    Thank you for letting us sit beside you and watch with you. I do have to offer a grin and an unladylike snort, though – the white stuff appearing at MY house would be magical. Not so much at yours. 😉

    I hope your Sunday is lovely.

  5. says

    “It is the way of God–to silence the corrupt by the chaste.”

    This caught me off guard in a very good way. It made me stop and reflect. Really think about who He is.

    Blessing for your week, precious Laura.

  6. says

    ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Laura….
    You did it again. Ohhh how I love to read you.

    I actually think I start breathing calmer when I read your heartsongs.
    So soothing….

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