Smell the Daisies

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Under the swollen sky

Snowflakes lazily floating down out my window, gently nudging my face as I climb the hill, softly settling on top of their predecessors to create a thick covering over the barren earth. This is winter. The winter to be dreamed of and hoped for by every young child, dreaded by every grown man or woman who must rise early to clear the streets for those who would traverse them, and loved by me, who sees a miracle in every snowdrop, and in the cleanliness of the world around me.

It's amazing how white the world can be when the sky is swollen and low, almost touching the earth, just avoiding doing so by letting little pieces of itself go, to float down, tossed by the playful breeze until they reach the earth. Houses, trees, any blemishes are covered by this graceful cloak. Why does it turn our hearts so? Every one of us longs to be so clean, so fresh, so beautiful. We cover ourselves with makeup, with rich clothing, trying our best to appear clean and fresh and beautiful. We can never stay this way, though. We need to let ourselves be covered, be covered inside with the snowy white cloak of God's grace. Then, and only then, will we truly be clean, fresh and beautiful. The earth doesn't put snow on itself; the sky sends the snow to the earth. The earth merely remains still, letting itself be covered.

Let God cover you, my friend. You don't need to try, simply let Him.

Isaiah 1:18


And that's what popped out, as I came to post something. It's been a while. Maybe, hopefully, it won't be so long next time. But, in the meantime, God bless you!

1 Comments:

  • should've commented on this looong time ago... i've said it before, but i'll say it again: you really have a talent for writing! have you ever thought of writing lyrics for music? btw - have you heard nichole nordeman's song "every season"?

    By Blogger joar andrĂ©, at Mon Mar 19, 01:28:00 AM EDT  

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