Snow

We have left the land of snow and cold. But we received the treat of a few inches of new fallen Rocky Mountain snow in Durango this morning before we left. As I watched the final flakes descend from the sky, I thought about the miracle I beheld.

Yahweh did a wonderful job with snow. If you’ve ever seen pictures of snowflakes taken with an electron microscope, then you know of the perfect six-pointed fractal designs that are unique to collections of molecules made with single oxygen and two hydrogen atoms. It dances through the air with chaotic choreography, gracing the cold hard stage with its glass slippers. It blankets the world in silence, as if to say, “Be quiet, and observe the beauty before you.” Its insular cold beckons nature to sleep and forget the worries of life. It brushes wisdom and grace upon the heads of mountain tops, transforming dull knobs into shimmering towers. It gleefully bears the weight of children’s sleds and lovingly catches them when they fall. It is strong enough to bend the boughs of trees but humble enough to yield its territory when spring comes with its claim. And when it yields, it offers each year’s youthful sprigs just what they need to grow. What a perfect work did Yahweh with snow! Next time you see it, or hold it in your mitten, or catch it on your tongue, thank God for this wondrous creation.

~ em