Faith I
Reflecting on the Snow...it amazes me to sit and watch the white, swirling, twirling flakes fall outside my window as I sit snugly on the couch. Where does the snow come from? Why do children love it and adults often dislike it so?
My grandma told me as a little girl that the snow came from Angels crying. I recall her saying that their tears laid down a blanket of pure white to cover up all the sins we committed and to make the world a cleaner place again. She also taught me to make a snow Angel. I, in turn, taught all my little brothers and sisters, much to my mother's dismay I am sure for that was a great way to create instant frostbite, necessitating a quick change from skin out. We used to wonder what our snow Angels looked like from Heaven.
Where does the snow come from? Semi-technically speaking, it is formed up in the clouds when snow crystals exposed to just the right temperature and atmospheric conditions form into hexagonal shapes and start their slow descent towards earth. I prefer to think of it as grandma taught me, the Angels are crying and these are their tears. Makes me ponder why the Angels are crying and what I can do to dry their tears. I know I need to think more about what I can do to make our world a better place. Snow helps me get in that quiet place where I can contemplate my role.
Why do children love the snow? Though I am still a child at heart, I'm way beyond 'loving' snow most days. After all, it impedes my busy schedule, it makes me afraid I might fall and hurt myself. It slows me down. Thinking back to my childhood, the very reason I loved the snow was that it made everything seem to slow down, it created a wonderful blanket of pure whiteness over everything, it seemed magical in its beauty, it caused everything to seem so quiet and so still. Oh, and mom always made hot chocolate for when we returned home all wet and cold and tired.
As an adult, sitting and watching the snow and writing in my journal, I realize that we were right as children to love the snow, to embrace the purity of its white blanket, to rejoice in the quiet majesty of a snowy day. From now on I will no longer dislike the snow. I will love it as just another incredible manifestation of the miracle that is contained in every flake. I will rejoice that the snow has granted me a stay from my busy schedule, has shown me how to stop and make a snow Angel. Has given me the time to pray and reflect on God's wondrous miracle of snow.
My grandma told me as a little girl that the snow came from Angels crying. I recall her saying that their tears laid down a blanket of pure white to cover up all the sins we committed and to make the world a cleaner place again. She also taught me to make a snow Angel. I, in turn, taught all my little brothers and sisters, much to my mother's dismay I am sure for that was a great way to create instant frostbite, necessitating a quick change from skin out. We used to wonder what our snow Angels looked like from Heaven.
Where does the snow come from? Semi-technically speaking, it is formed up in the clouds when snow crystals exposed to just the right temperature and atmospheric conditions form into hexagonal shapes and start their slow descent towards earth. I prefer to think of it as grandma taught me, the Angels are crying and these are their tears. Makes me ponder why the Angels are crying and what I can do to dry their tears. I know I need to think more about what I can do to make our world a better place. Snow helps me get in that quiet place where I can contemplate my role.
Why do children love the snow? Though I am still a child at heart, I'm way beyond 'loving' snow most days. After all, it impedes my busy schedule, it makes me afraid I might fall and hurt myself. It slows me down. Thinking back to my childhood, the very reason I loved the snow was that it made everything seem to slow down, it created a wonderful blanket of pure whiteness over everything, it seemed magical in its beauty, it caused everything to seem so quiet and so still. Oh, and mom always made hot chocolate for when we returned home all wet and cold and tired.
As an adult, sitting and watching the snow and writing in my journal, I realize that we were right as children to love the snow, to embrace the purity of its white blanket, to rejoice in the quiet majesty of a snowy day. From now on I will no longer dislike the snow. I will love it as just another incredible manifestation of the miracle that is contained in every flake. I will rejoice that the snow has granted me a stay from my busy schedule, has shown me how to stop and make a snow Angel. Has given me the time to pray and reflect on God's wondrous miracle of snow.
posted by Angelfish at 12:33 PM
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