We’ve had a long spell of overcast sky and grey. The days are short, and the night comes on so fast. (Sunset today is at 4:06; tomorrow’s sunrise isn’t until after 7.) On top of that, we’ve had recent health problems that have consumed our thinking. (I’ve come to believe that one of the worst aspects of health problems is the necessity to become self-focused. In those times when we most need people, sadly, pain makes us turn inward, withdraw.)
So all in all, we’ve felt a bit gloomy these past few weeks. But last night we had the first snowfall, and we sat in wonder, watching those heavy flakes descend. And today we woke up to a sunrise of glory clouds against a bright blue sky. Our dog delighted in the snow, chasing our snowballs, making us laugh.
I am thankful for grace that breaks through our gloom.
I have often thought that beauty is God’s solace to us in pain and in our oh-so-human-brokenness. This solace is, among other things, white snow falling softly and sticking on trees. Or the red of berries, bright against the drab. Blue waves in a harbor. Or a silver lake with ice crystals starting to form.
I’ll take this first snowfall as grace.