There’s Something About That First Snow!

The flakes started falling as I walked home from work. It was twilight and the street lights had just come on. The snow flakes reflected off the light and gave the length of the street a magical feel.

There’s something about that first snow.

It’s an all things new snow. It’s a start of the season snow. It’s a belief that wrong can be righted snow. It’s a before I’m bone tired of winter and hate anything that resembles cold snow. It’s an anything is possible and this is magic snow.

Footprints marked my way on the steps and a snow flake melted on my nose.

And I thought about all things grace, all things lovely.

Too often my thoughts go a completely different direction — a cynical inner social commentary on the world and all around me; thoughts of putting up the middle finger when no one is looking; diatribes against all I disagree with. These thoughts are not gracious and they are not lovely, and I have to constantly look to God to capture those thoughts.

But this first snow was a reminder that whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things* – and I can somehow do that in this first, white, fluffy, pretty, first snow.

There’s just something special about that first snow…

*Philippians 4:8

Blogger’s Note: Those who know me will laugh at this post – I am known by most as one who hates winter. I mean Hates winter. Or at least I did …. and then 2 years ago I decided I would stop complaining in the winter and something significant changed.

12 thoughts on “There’s Something About That First Snow!

  1. I remember the magic of the first snow when I was very young – specially when that first snow hadn’t come and it was nearly Christmas. Just so cold and no snow. I don’t know how old I was (or young, I guess) and we were so afraid we wouldn’t have a white Christmas. The times we were back in New England from Pakistan, fall and then a winter with lots of snow were my favorite seasons. Then after we retired to our “Eight-Acre Woods”, I loved the snow, even shoveling it. Do you remember the Christmas we were in Dover NH with you and Cliff and Annie living with us? T & T plus their 3 came for Christmas, and we got snow on the day before Christmas? I found a photo recently of Christi-Lynn & Michael making a snow man with Grandpa.
    Love the memories – thanks for a lovely post.

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  2. I so love this post of yours … there is indeed something quite surreal about the first snow and silence that falls within, it is like the world stops, for just a moment, to allow snowflakes to reach the ground for the first time in a season …
    Thank you,
    Daniela

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    1. Oh I love you Sophie! I love it that you admitted this to me. Thank you thank you! It made my day, mostly because I know you get that it’s not something I’m proud of or want to do….here’s to more holiness and less of the bird!

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      1. i just don’t know how you find the time to compose a post daily, when i can’t find the time to even read all of yours! just don’t take my name in artery, dahling…

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  3. How honest – especially the bit about the middle finger! I feel like that sometimes too!!! I love you for your honesty – heck – I just love you!

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    1. :) Big smiles here! And thank you…. I wondered afterwords about that line but it just came through my keyboard like it wanted to be there, exposing my nastiness for the world to see. Love you Janet!

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