I should be a meteorologist. Or something. Every time I’ve worn my TOMS this January, it has snowed. It’s like intuition. Wear TOMS and it will snow. Perfect. Cold toes and all.
Aside from that, I realize the beauty depicted in a snowfall. New snow is not dirty snow. New snow is not ugly snow. New snow is a blanket that covers the whole scene in soft elegance, in quiet beauty, in fresh starts.
When you look at an untouched field of snow, it’s so easy to pretend you are the first to ever come across this place. It’s like a glimpse of Eden.
No wonder Isaiah writes:
“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” Isaiah 1:18