There is something special about seeing big fat snowflakes swirling around, dancing around on puffs of wind and coming to rest on the ground where it will soon be joined by its sisters and brothers and cousins. No matter the forecast, they make me smile. In fact, if no one is around to hear, they make me giggle. I will sit by the window for hours watching, afraid to turn away in case I miss one.
Today is a snow day. The flakes started their merry dance before dawn, and by the time my eyes finally opened, the ground was covered. In awe, I watched their merry dance without even being aware of the passage of time. Occasionally I would leave my post at the window long enough to heat some soup for lunch (what else would we have on a snow day) or to do some small chore. Some VERY SMALL chore. Every so often, like this very second, a gust of wind would come along and a few dry leaves dropped from the tree and scurried across the snow. Bit by bit, the sad-looking flower bed became a thing of pristine beauty, made clean by the washing of the snowflakes.
This is the very first snow for our golden retriever, Rusty. His first time out today, says hubby, he frolicked about as if he were in a pond swimming from one spot to the next. The second time he was so excited I couldn’t even get a picture…just a blur of excitement. The third time, we questioned whether he really needed to go outside, but who takes that chance. Not us! So out we went. Hubby had the leash, I had the camera. Don’t worry, I gave him privacy when he needed privacy, his but the rest of the time was fair game. First thing he did was to take giant leaps in the snow. Being about 8 months he has plenty of leap in him. I, on the other hand, am older than 8 months, or 8 years for that matter. My leap has slowed down to a shuffle. Standing on the back step, I tried my best to capture him frolicking around frantically, trying to taste each snowflake. The joy on his face was something to behold. Finally he plopped down and looked up grinning as if to say, “Isn’t this great stuff? Wanna come play?” To which I answered in order, “Yes!” “NO”
I admit at one point I did go out and frolic in the snow a bit. Only for a few minutes, long enough to get proof I was outside. And since you are friends and believe me when I say something, you don’t need to see that proof, right? Of course not. Ahem.
Personally, I think God likes to see us finding joy in the snow. I think He wants to watch us enjoy the good things He has provided for us. But most important, I think He wants us to look at the snow and remember that His Son Jesus is waiting and willing to cleanse us by His blood and make us pristine, whiter than snow. And that, my friend, will fill you with such joy and gladness you will want to join Rusty in frolicking in the snow.