Sunday Sentiments

As I write this to you the night before you'll read it, we're told we could have our first big snowstorm of the year. No flakes have floated down outside our windows just yet, but it could be that we'll wake up to the kind of snow that keeps us inside for a snowy Sabbath. 

We had a hint of snow earlier this week and it was grand, clinging to bare branches just loosely enough that I could see the delicate detail of each flake. Beneath the snow was the tiniest layer of ice, which felt treacherous beneath my feat but dazzled from the branches. It was just light enough to be beautiful without bringing the branches into a bow low to the earth. 

I'd watched earlier in the day as those same flakes drifted down, and I tried to capture it on camera, but nothing compared to watching them float before me. 

The glory of God indeed. In the snow, the ice, the rays of sunshine, the soft sunrises and brilliant sunsets. In all of them, the glory of God.

The color.

The detail.

The warmth.

The cold. 

The design.

The depth. 

The glory of God. 

Whether or not we wake up to snow, I'm captured by the declaration of glory today. I'm putting my focus there. In all the messy uncertainty around us, God has not stopped declaring His glory or showing the work of His hands.

All we have to do is look up.