Walking In a Winter Wonderland…

The snow has been falling for 7 hours now and according to my measurements, which, I can assure you are only somewhat accurate (although, so are the professional weather people), we’re at about 7 inches.

And it shows no signs of stopping any time soon.  Or even slowing down for that matter.

And it’s beautiful.

I love snow.  I liked watching it from the comfort of my home today while I saw every one try to frantically get home before it got even worse.  But what I like the best?

Right now.

The streets are deserted.

It’s quiet.

And the snow just keeps falling.

If it weren’t so freakin’ cold, I’d sit outside and watch it all night.  Thunderstorms are another favorite of mine, but this?

This is the best.

And the snow is so white.  I’m trying to take it all in, capture it in my mind, because I know tomorrow there are going to be several kids, big and small, who will trapse through it and ruin the perfectness of it.

I was upstairs wrapping presents for a bit before I came down to marvel again at its beauty and that’s when it dawned on me.

Snow = white = new.

New.

New time in my life.

New challenges and opportunities presented to me.

New directions for all of us.

In my warped little mind, this snowfall, because of its size and time of the year (as in, rarely do we get ANY accumulation prior to January — which is why I thought snow boots and gloves would be the PERFECT Christmas present!) is God’s way of telling me that this is the turning point.

It’s His way of grabbing my attention and yelling… “Heather!!!!  I know 2009 has been nothing short of a poop sandwhich for you for the most part, but you stuck by me and believed and trusted in me and so I’m trying to show you that it’s all about to change.”

And that?

Totally cool.

And exciting.

What’s more?  This is all happening at the time when we’re celebrating His birth.  He came so that we could have life and have it to the full (it’s in the Bible, and I should know.  John 10:10 I think.)

And here I am, sitting, writing, glancing out the window to see if it’s still snowing, knowing that it is because the national weather people (and oh, yeah, did I mention that the Weather Channel people are reporting live from Roanoke?) are calling for 21 inches and rising.

But I’m full.

Full of excitement.

Full of hope.

Full of joy.

Full of peace.

I snapped these at the boy’s house before I walked home (can I tell you how glad I am that he lives right around the corner?)

Yes, it’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Maybe 2009 wasn’t so horrible after all…

Until next time…