
Big flakes describe what I see. The snow is falling, and so is the temperature. The white stuff reminds me of long ago. Did you ever try to catch a snowflake in your mouth while your face is splattered with them? It was hard for me to catch one. That’s a pleasant memory.
Age brings transformations. There’s something about listening to the falling snow. You can’t hear the flakes land. The quietness of falling flakes brings a tranquility that words cannot describe. The hush of the downward flow of white flakes brings peace to the searching soul. God is in control. That brings an unexplained calm and reflection. The quietness settles in your soul if you take a minute to enjoy God’s wonderful moment of wonder.
Your youthful heart wonders just how deep the snow will be. And can we make snowballs and snowmen? Adults, on the other hand, seem to forget their youthful thoughts, which give way to worry about the adult responsibilities of snow removal—clearing the driveway, removing the accumulation on your vehicle, and opening the entrance to your road after the snowplows barricade your driveway.
Like most things in life, everything will be back to normal in a few days. Such is the circle of life, but for the moment, can you stop and enjoy the presence of God? Peace, not the turmoil. The quiet reflections over the chaos. When we slow down and look at God’s creation, there’s no hurry, no adequate description, just the serenity of one of His wonderful creation moments.
The next time you see snowflakes fall, stop and enjoy what God is doing. If you do, there’s a big chance your outlook will change. Even if it’s only for a moment, make it a wonderful minute to let God be in charge, and you’ll make it a lasting memory.








