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earlier this morning, i called the snow “yucky” and all of a sudden i imagined one of my kindergardeners proudly showing me the paper snowflake they’d cut and me replying, “that’s yucky” and their face crumpling. so, i silently apologized to God because i realized that my relegating of the snow to “yuckiness” was possibly hurting His feelings and His hard work since He made the snow. even so, i did not love the snow.

later in the afternoon, in a fit of frustration i decided i would escape to harvard square and as i waited for bus 96, i looked down at my peacoat and noticed something so breathtaking, so magical, so beautifully and entirely God-created that i couldn’t help but know that i was so beautifully and entirely God-created and loved and nothing else mattered. i don’t think i would have even noticed if the bus pulled up, i was too busy holding my breath and catching snowflakes to marvel at! i couldn’t believe my eyes- i’d always known that snowflakes were unique in shape and intricate and delicate.. under a microscope, but all i ever saw were flakes and specks like coconut shavings or eraser residue, maybe powdered sugar at best, and there was nothing special about that.

but there it was- tiny. delicate. intricate. complicated. detailed! i saw in miniature form the detailed design of snowflakes i had only ever seen being ripped off of presents or affixed to christmas trees. but there it was. for me. on me- on my jacket, on my gloves. little kisses from God that He loves me. that He made me too. that i also reflect His beauty. that He is here. that He is still writing my story just as He is still making new snowflakes. God didn’t give me a whale or even starfish, He gave me snowflakes. 

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