God of Wonder..

Remember back in the day when you'd wake up early Saturday morning, get all snow-suited up and head out for a full day's worth of snow-building/shaping/running/dancing/throwing/eating/loving fun? And when the sun started to set and your little fingers were so frozen you they'd no longer bend, you'd run into the warm house to change into some cozy pjs and mommy would have a steamy cup of hot cocoa with marshmellows waiting for you.

Remember back in the day, when you learned to drive. And then it snowed for the first time. That was the day I came to understand why the grown ups always stayed inside.


I LOVE winter. Waking up to trees frosted over, a blanket covering the world..it just amazes me, the things God created. I never really, really thought about the 'no two snowflakes are alike' thing. Honestly, think about it..how many snow flakes does it take to cover a 1X1 ft area 1 inch deep? Thousands at least, right? None of those look alike. Now multiply that area by a million (or whatever insanely large amount equals the total snowy surface on the planet..) None of those look alike. I thought, they dont really know for sure that not a single identical pair has ever existed. Maybe true. But isn't that just putting limits on God? I think I do that more than I'll ever realize. Nothing is impossible with God. He created snow. He has crafted every single flake that has fallen and ever will fall out of the sky over all the earth.

How awesome is our God?!

"Have you entered the storehouses of the snow or seen the storehouses of the hail, which I reserve for times of trouble, for days of war and battle?

What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed, or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?

Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain, and a path for the thunderstorm,
to water a land where no man lives, a desert with no one in it,
to satisfy a desolate wasteland and make it sprout with grass?

Does the rain have a father? Who fathers the drops of dew?

From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens when the waters become hard as stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen?"
Job 38:22-30