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 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.