It’s snowing. Again. In the glow of the outside light snowflakes sparkle like bits of silver. Earlier while doing my barn chores some snow fell on my coat sleeve, great fat blobs of powdery white stuff. I glanced at them. They melted with one warm puff of breath. Another fat snowflake drifted onto my sleeve, a snowflake made out of many littler ones. Some were pointy, other were round; one had spike designs spiraling out from the center; another was geometric. Treasures. Tiny treasures. Ice treasures from the storehouses of God. (Job 38:22)
I sometimes wonder why snow is so fascinating (or frustrating for that matter). Winter without snow…hmmm…it’d just be cold – and gray – and very frozen. And very depressing too. Gray is not a very uplifting color. But instead we have snow. The Psalms declare “He giveth snow like wool; he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.” Beautiful imagery. With something beautiful the barren ugliness is covered up. Isaiah writes of this when he is God’s spokesman for Israel: “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” (Isaiah 1:18) What a promise!
Tiny bits of ice – snow treasures – a visual promise.