I was once caught, unexpectedly, by a snowstorm.
The first flurries were a warm invitation.
The forest went quiet. I stood still.
It’s in moments like these that I withdraw.
It’s why I visit his creation.
It calls me to be introspective. To listen.
My heart was heavy, burdened by sin and lies.
The whirling, weightless flakes invited me to their dance.
My heart fluttered, weightless as well.
Lost in the majesty that swirled about then fell delicately to earth,
blanketing the leaves and underbrush, my shoulders and nose.
There was nothing else, only beauty.
The passing of a season.
The frail and failing foliage of autumn lost to the covering mantel of frozen white.
I was then caught, unexpectedly, by God’s grace.
The revelation of truth was a warm invitation.
The world went quiet. I stood still.
It’s in moments like these, that I withdraw.
It’s why I visit his throne.
He calls me to be introspective. To listen.
My heart was heavy, burdened by sin and lies.
The easy, weightless yoke invited me to his communion.
My heart fluttered, weightless as well.
Lost in the forgiveness that swirled within then fell delicately to earth,
blanketing my wounds and blemishes, my guilt and shame.
There was nothing else, only beauty.
The passing of a season.
The frail and failing flesh of Adam lost to the covering mantel of sanctifying grace.
The death of Death.
Oh, the beauty of his sovereignty…
How beautiful his grace.
