I haven’t posted in a while. The combination of illness, lack of Wi-Fi when blogging opportunities arose, and then the whirl of Christmas festivities made it difficult to find the time.
Something unusual happened on Christmas Eve. In the early morning when the light appeared, Mt. Rainier’s top was cut off by a cloud-blind. It looked like an enormous Bob Ross had blotted it out. My phone blew up with winter weather advisories. As the day progressed, the white sky cover rolled all the way down. The mountain disappeared from view.
Ruby and I were outside, playing fetch with Dakota when the flakes started. At first it looked like ashes drifting down, remnants of a bonfire.
“It’s snowing!” I cried. Ruby lit up with delight.
We tried catching them on our tongues, despite Lucy of Peanuts’ fame’s admonition that December snowflakes aren’t ripe yet.
The snow fell gently at first. It stopped and started. The temperature hovered at just above freezing. Nothing stuck. Then, the sun slipped below the horizon. The snow started coming down harder. The ground accumulated white. Traffic slowed outside, muffled by the drifts.
Ruby and Dakota clowned around outside, guided by the Christmas lights . Ruby made snowballs and threw them to Dakota, who caught them in her mouth. They broke around her muzzle in an icy white wave. The friends ran up and down the yard. They jumped and slid.
I watched the white curtain from the warm indoors.
We don’t get white Christmases here very often. When they do occur, it feels like a celebration.
The snowfall felt like hope. This seemed like God reaching down and saying, “I remember you. I know you wonder which end is up sometimes, but I know. I’ll guide you if you let me.”
The snowfall felt like peace, causing a moment of slow motion as Christmas arrived and we all sang “Silent Night”.
The snowfall felt like joy. A baby boy born in the most unlikely place to the most unlikely people, God transported into history. Joy to the World!
God can work in a “suddenly” way. And when He does, it’s wonderful.