SNOW

As I write this the outside world continues to be covered in white flakes which fall from the sky above.

Yesterday the area looked dead, trees without leaves, their roots buried in the refuse of the fallen brown and dried out leaves they had shed during the fall season.

All the scenery was lifeless.

Now as the wet snow clings to every little tiny branch of every tree, and to every nook and cranny of the landscape, it has been brought to life with a sheen of white which glistens in the noonday sun.

It fills my soul with praise for the Lord who also takes a dead vessel of clay, and transforms it with life, and a vesture of white by allowing His light to reflect from the Son of God.

Things do speak loudly if one has been given the ability to listen, but more importantly, to understand.