It is well

Last night my area went to bed thinking we were going to get 6-8" (maybe more) of snow.  It would be the first (and likely only) "snowfall" of our year.  And for days leading up to this, I have heard and seen many people express their dislike of snow, cold weather, and winter in general.  I get it.  Who likes to be cold...stuck at home...stuck inside.  No, actually, I don't get it.  I don't get it all.  You see, I view snow as one of God's blessings.  One of his very special blessings.  The mere fact that it only happens once or twice a year around here adds to its beauty.  

Last night my kids, my parents, and I sat around a dark living room and just simply looked out the sliding door.  Perhaps for hours.  We saw snowflakes the size of half dollars.  We saw snowflakes the size of sand.  We saw rain and sleet.  We saw snowflakes hit the flood light and burst into dozens of smaller pieces.  We saw statues get white hats and gloves.  We saw patterns and geometry in shapes and shadows.  We saw neighbors sneak a peek outside.  We saw trees in a way you can only see them when they have a coat of snow.  We saw our world, at night, aglow.  And we saw God...in everything...and it was good.

When we awoke this morning, there was only 2-3" of snow.  To say I was disappointed would be an understatement.  But even though I didn't get as much snow as I wanted, I am thankful for what I did get: I got to spend time alone with my family and our God.  And It is well with my soul.