I love the snow when I don't have to be in it, but hate it any other time. Snow is one of God's most heavenly creations; a juxtaposition of unforgiving hardness and stunningly beautiful softness. Its softness quiets the chaotic world and its beauty quells the senses into a refined peace. But underneath the snow, the ice lies in wait for clumsies like me to slip, slide, and finally fall. I can gingerly navigate my way back to an upright position for a few fleeting seconds. Then, wham! My nemesis wins once more. Snow comes again as a shimmering blanket, making beautiful the uglies underneath. Real life, like snow, is a tessellation of multiples. Brilliant hues of love, black sorrow and ordinary joy, equalizes us and binds us into likeness. In reality, we often hide the slippery spots behind snowy smiles and gentle touches. Sometimes we fall hard and cry, but when we upright ourselves again, we stand on solid foundations of faith, hope, and love.
(images by Jack Hatler)
