I don’t refer to myself as an artist, but I probably am by most standards.
I love to create. I love to observe other pieces of art.
And often, more than the final product, I love learning about the process.
How did the artist get here?
Why these colors?
What emotions did the artist feel when creating it?
Was the final creation acceptable? Exceptional?
Was it a masterpiece?
And as I drove through the town I sometimes still refer to as home.
I looked at the snow.
I started to wonder.
Why snow?
Why white?
Why Winter?
Why at Christmas?
Is there a reason we ask and pray for White Christmases?
Deep down, do we long for that covering of white?
Is that why it’s there? As a visual reminder for the way His love covers us?
I’m not sure His reasoning, but something tells me that He thought about every little detail.
And often I just like to sit and think about that.
And wonder.
Yes! I do the same–especially with snow because we so rarely get it. I love thinking of rain and snow of Him washing away our sins and making us new and fresh all over again. One thing is for certain–He is the ultimate artist.
Yes! It makes the rain a bit more enjoyable too, right? :)
Yes!! Definitely. Funny too–I used to really hate the rain…but now I do see His beauty in it too. Makes it much more enjoyable!
Loved what you wrote. What does Harlow think of the snow?
she loves it! But gets a bit confused when she starts getting cold?
wondering with you — thank you for your thoughtful post today, kacia!
I am so jealous of all of your snow! :-) we live in Texas and there is no snow in sight! :-) found you through Casey!