We love it and we hate it.
It’s a staple of the season but a nuisance for travel.
It’s also a reminder of the beauty of things to come.

As those big white flakes fall gently to the ground, I sit bundled up inside, thankful for hot chocolate and fuzzy blankets.

Trees bow slightly under the weight of the white frosting adorning their branches.

Paths that once led from building to building are now hidden, leaving merely an impression of what lies below.

Everything is a little muted as people quietly bustle about in a hurry to get indoors once again.

I’m stranded. My family sits and waits for me to be able to make the journey home. But for now there’s no rush. Assignments submitted, semester complete, I finally get to just sit down and stop. Stop stressing, stop scheduling every last minute, stop freaking out about all those entries still remaining on my to do list.

For now I’m enjoying the time to just relax.

I’m thankful for this subtle reminder of the beauty of the season. This white blanket heralds in the coming of the birth of Jesus Christ, whose very life and death bring salvation for believers, covering us in our very own white shroud of forgiveness and the assurance of a life eternal with Him.

It may be cold, but snow is pretty special.
I can appreciate it as long as I don't have to go anywhere.