It’s Snowing!

This morning I woke up early … before the sun even thought about rising, an unusual occurrence for me! I came out to sit in the recliner and realized the ground was indeed white. It snowed over night and is still flurrying even as I write this morning.

As I look out at the snow and feel the reminiscent chills shiver through my body, my memory takes me on a flight in times past when my Dad took us sledding. We had so much fun! I remember the year he bought our toboggan – it was large enough for 6 adults or about 10 kids. When we took it to the hills, people gathered around—everyone wanted a ride. And what a ride it gave! Slick as a whistle, sliding down the hillside farther and faster than any sled. It's length spanned the little creek at the bottom of the hill and gave us a ride that seemed to take us into the next county! What a delight!

Of course, there were the times we drove to Uncle Ray's house, smack-dab in the middle of the snow belt in Geauga County. I couldn't wait to see my cousins…Fred was my favorite. His older brother, Larry, was okay but he wasn't too interested in us until we all got out on the ice. Uncle Ray had two—not just one, but TWO ponds on his property back behind the big red barn. Boys from neighboring farms would join us on the ice for a wild and frenzied time of hockey. Larry loved ice hockey and although we only played a few times each year, he considered us ample opponents since he could hit the puck right past us every time.

Fred and I usually left the game—the older boys were too aggressive for us. We would go treasure hunting in the barn, normally ending up in the loft where there was a rope tied to the rafters. We'd swing on the rope and tumble into the hay loosely bailed below. Such a treat! J

I can remember running back and forth from the house to the barn, making snow angels, snow forts, having snowball fights. We even made an igloo one year large enough to stand in.

Oh, and who could forget the sound of the dinner bell! Aunt Ruth would send Uncle Ray outside to ring the bell … something hot and delicious was always waiting for us. We'd all come running, shed our boots and gloves and scarves and hats hoping they'd dry off while we were eating. Sometimes we took our gloves upstairs and put them on the open oven door after Auth Ruth took her goodies out.

Such memories come with the first real snows of winter! What an amazing delight it is to know God's artistry in this visible earth was made not only for His delight, but to bless us as well.

Thank You, Lord, for the beauty of this earth. I can't wait to see the beauty of Your eternal throne—my eternal home! What a sight it must be! You're incredible, Lord … who can compare to You?

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