Here in the mountains of North Carolina we gladly welcomed our first big snow of the year last night. It’s still coming down in huge flakes as I write. We had a cozy morning taking it slow and then took like an H O U R to bundle everyone and get outside. This is the first snow Philippa can play in and potentially remember. One of the best parts of raising kids is getting to see them discover the world. SO fun. We took her on the craziest sledding hill ever and she loved it! As did the other kids. Until they didn’t, and everyone was thoroughly wet and soaked and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. But hey, that’s par for the course. Everyone recovered their sanity after hot chocolates and getting cozy by the fire.
This week has been a heavy week here, emotionally. A lot of friends and loved ones going through a lot of difficult things, and my heart has literally been aching on and off this week, grief rolling over me in waves, as grief tends to do. Tears coming unbidden at inconvenient times. Playing in the snow this morning, seeing the world blanketed in white, seeing it look fresh and new… it is a gift to me from the Lord. A quietness settles over our little corner of the world, broken only by children’s squeals and laughter, and we are soaking up every glorious second of it, even in the face of grief. Maybe we just needed the reminder that storms can bring glory as well as grief, beauty in spite of the bitter. Maybe we just needed to see that a storm can be the way God chooses to make all things new.