Word in the Farmer’s Almanac is that we’re going to have a pretty cold, even snowy winter. I’m not really sure what that means for Chattanooga, TN – but my children are pumped.
Because my children have visited winter in Grand Rapids, Michigan every year, they seem to think they know and understand what it is. And they want a bigger piece of the action, here at home. I wouldn’t mind it either. Sledding, snowballs, and frigid temperatures that require significant amounts of hot chocolate. No, I wouldn’t mind a good bit of snow at all this time around.
There is something unexpectedly refreshing and calming about tiny, perfect, white, icicle wonders falling from the sky. Every time I look out the window and see little flakes drifting down, creating a fluffy blanket, I am quieted. It is unusual, I know, but still, I am hopeful for such a winter snow, many times over this season.
Really, I could use some serious quiet right now, after a noisy, clamoring time of anxiety, stress and craziness. Especially in this season, the hushed life is welcome in my home.
I’ve been reflecting on all of this, and remembering a song called, “Winter Snow” – and these are the words, full of meaning for me this year:
With all the strength of a hurricane.
You could’ve come like a forest fire
With the power of Heaven in Your flame.
Quiet and soft and slow,
Falling from the sky in the night,
To the earth below.
Or an ocean to ravish our hearts.
You could have come through like a roaring flood,
To wipe away the things we’ve scarred.
You were quiet, You were soft and slow
Falling from the sky in the night
To the earth belowYour voice wasn’t in a bush burning.
No, Your voice wasn’t in a rushing wind.
It was still, it was small, it was hidden.Oh, You came like a winter snow,
Quiet and soft and slow,
Falling from the sky in the night,
To the earth below.
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Hi Mel Been busy and I know you are too. I like this post and the picture from last year. The report is good for up here for snow this year. Supposed to have some next week. Day 5—did they like the ornaments for themselves? Hope it hasn’t been too much candy. Nanny