Having grown up in the south, snow was only a periodic occurrence which sparked a buyout of bread and milk in the grocery stores and shut down every school in the county; however, over the past eleven years of living in Ohio, I have become accustomed to snow. No pandemonium. No rushing to the milk and bread aisle at the local store. No school closings unless the depth of the snow exceeds the height of high school seniors.
Regardless of where snow falls, it is still beautiful. This morning when I looked out my bedroom window (pictured here), a fresh blanket of snow had covered the ground and trees in our backyard. Moments like this always make me aware of God’s interest in beauty and His great power displayed through creation. “God’s voice is glorious in the thunder. We can’t even imagine the greatness of his power. He directs the snow to fall on the earth and tells the rain to pour down. Then everyone stops working so they can watch his power” (Job 37:5-7).
I’ve stopped working so I can watch. Have you?
