Something awakens in me in moments like this.
Mornings, snowy mornings, flip the ordinary on its head and force you to celebrate its beauty. Snow days are nice, but it’s the morning after a snow day that is the most magical. I got up early for this reason on Sunday.
I drove down a dirt road into the woods as the sun came up and walked until I found this familiar meadow.
The sun starts to peek through the trees and the world is glittering, all warm and cool colors colliding. As soon as its rays touch the tree tops, the snow tumbles down in clumps and showers.
It’s so ephemeral. Wake up too late and you’ll miss the whole thing.
The glory of God is so unmissable here. We are made to reflect it.