The first fall of snow is not only an event,
it is a magical event.
You go to bed in one kind of a world
and wake up in another quite different,
and if this is not enchantment
then where is it to be found?
~J. B. Priestley
I know snowy manifestations get in the way of “human” comings and goings and doings and that in areas where winter delivers a lot of the fluffy white stuff the populace tires of it, but man oh man is snow one of my favorite things. And for me it is definitely an “enchantment” any time it happens here which is not all that often! But snow in fact it did last week, and as always it was a “magical event” that layered the world in loveliness. Regrettably, I could only watch it from my hospital bed, but oh well, such is life.
What I love best about snow is that, like God’s grace, it takes the ordinary, the humdrum, the lackluster, even things that are dirty or ugly and moves them into the realm of the extraordinary and the beautiful. We are told in scripture there is a time for everything under heaven, and that there is goodness and purpose in all that God has devised. It also tells us that stopping man from his toils so that he takes time to consider the work of God’s hands is a part of the grand plan too. And so it is that the slower, quieter pace of winter affords us abundant opportunities to consider the amazing works of God’s hands, to honor the Lord for what He is and does, and to enjoy His amazing abilities and gifts. And it’s the best time of year to force man’s gaze off his own self-inflated sense of greatness and to refocus his regard on the enormous magnitude of Him who made it all and who teaches His children ways to cope with whatever comes against them.
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. He says to the snow, “Fall on the earth,” and to the rain shower, “Be a mighty downpour.” So that all men he has made may know his work, he stops every man from his labor. ~Job 37:5-7 ✝
Originally posted on CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann:
Teach me Lord to be calm,
when fear comes around
let me learn to stand firm
not on shaky, rocky ground.
Teach me to believe,
to trust when I’m troubled
let me have a single mind
not one bent and doubled.
Teach me to know,
my times are in Your hands
let me see lush green valleys
not the shaky, faulty lands.
Teach me to understand,
the reasons for my trials
let my faith in You . . .
be not full of denials.
Teach me to love You,
with eyes open wide
so that into my heart
You’ll come to reside!
“That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith;
that ye, being rooted and grounded in love”
King James Version
by Public Domain
Deborah Ann Belka
Winds of March, we welcome you,
There is work for you to do.
Work and play and blow all day,
Blow the Winter wind away.
March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
Faithfulness springs forth from the earth, and righteousness looks down from heaven. ~Psalm 85:11 ✝
Originally posted on Booknvolume:
Dripping from Heaven
Settling amid the Hush
Scattering the Gloom
Dance Upon the Breeze
Cascading from Grayness
Echoing Lullaby in
Beautiful Photographs found on Pinterest. Credit is acknowledged to the Original Photographers. Thank You!!
What you are is God’s gift to you,
what you become is your gift to God.
~Hans Urs von Balthasar
O Lord, whose voice I hear in the winds and my heart,
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
I come before You, one of Your many children, to ask that
You let me walk in beauty and help me make my eyes
ever ready to behold all the wonders of Creation.
Teach my hands to respect all the things You have made,
and help my ears be sharp to hear Your voice.
Help me also to be wise, so that I may know the things You
have hidden in every flower, leaf, and rock.
Teach me to rely on Your strength, not to fee; superior to others,
but to be able to fight against anything that displeases You.
Help me to be ever ready to come to You with clean hands,
a contrite heart, and straight eyes so when life fades
like a fading sunset my soul can come to You without shame.
~Edited and adapted Native American Prayer
The Lord is good to all; and His tender mercies are over all His works. ~Psalm 145:9 ✝
Thank you, Jesus, for Your tender mercies; thank You that my surgery went well; and thank you that You walked with me every step of the way. I come before You now to praise Your holy name and ask You to bless all those who have been praying for me.
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