Falling Down Like Snow

There was a brief dusting of snowfall yesterday morning. If you blinked you missed it. The morning spate of flakes was brief and then melted upon impact.I was glad that it didn't stick, much as I longed to cross country ski again. The Destination Imagination team had a long practice here, and with just a month till the State competition, they needed the time to work. Desperately as I would have loved to see a coating of snow, I was glad for their sake that the roads were clear. I hid out in a back room while very loud, booming, electronic sounding music pounded through the house, shaking the walls. There were several very loud klunks, occasionally intertwined with the music. It sounded like skulls hitting the floor, but I had vowed to stay out of it. Whatever was falling in the living room was not as light as snow. I figured if someone needed an ambulance, they would eventually find me.

So I sat in my quiet(er) back room, wishing it were sound-proof, but glad for at least the minimal muffled effect. And I looked out the window while reading Bible verses about snow. Snow is a blessing, often described in the Bible as a metaphor for God's covering over our sin. I love Isaiah 55, where God reminds His people that snow is a blessing from God- He sends it with the express purpose of watering the earth and yielding the conditions needed for seeds to grow into food for His people. LIke the snow, God tells us His word proceeds from His mouth, and will accomplish His purposes. I sat by the window, imagining myself swirling in the whiteness holding my arms out palms up to catch His words drifting down.

When I emerged from my safe room, I was pleasantly surprised by all the DI team had accomplished. And then, just as DI practice ended, the sky started pouring snow, covering over all the dirty patches!

Isaiah 55:10-11 (NIV)
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, [11] so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


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