I awakened this morning to something we rarely see in Kansas.
Snow?
No! We see plenty of that.
What we don’t see very much of in Kansas are trees, fences and even power lines cloaked in thick snow. Wind is such a part of daily life in Kansas that we think a still and quiet day is, well, abnormal!
But there was no wind at all last night and the snow that fell throughout the night fell straight down to the ground. There was no wind to drift it, no wind to blow it off tree limbs and power lines, no wind at all.
And this is the result.
After a day in which I spent most of the day either in bed or huddled in my favorite recliner enduring cold symptoms, the sight I saw when I looked outside this morning was like a shot of the best medicine known to mankind: a world that was fresh and clean and beautiful. Even the scene out the back door, which includes power lines, the alley and houses across the way, was white and pristine.
It put me in mind of the scripture that tells us every day begins new.
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.”
Lamentations 3:22-24
Maybe the compassions of the LORD are not as obvious as this morning’s snowfall, but they exist never the less.
And unlike the snow, which will soon be muddied and trampled, the compassions of the LORD will out last the events of the day, the week, the month, the year…all my life.
Even better, they aren’t dependent upon a windless night to settle. They are bestowed every day regardless of the weather or circumstance or, Praise the LORD, of my attitudes.
I awakened this morning to something we rarely see in Kansas.
After a day in which I spent most of the day either in bed or huddled in my favorite recliner enduring cold symptoms, the sight I saw when I looked outside this morning was like a shot of the best medicine known to mankind: a world that was fresh and clean and beautiful. Even the scene out the back door, which includes power lines, the alley and houses across the way, was white and pristine.