Almost a year has passed since I have last admired fresh snow. As we ascended the stairs this evening to put our children to sleep, I peered outside and the whole landscape was aglow. I had to pause at the beauty of the cold, crisp, clean, brightness.
In church last Sunday, we listened to how in the new life to come, we will no longer need the light of the day or the lesser light of the evening- the glory of the Lord will be our light. A glimpse of that future hope radiated in our hearts tonight- creation revealed His glory without stain. One day, the glory of the Lord will be our only light, and oh how beautiful, clean, and bright that will be.
I am reminded of this future hope in the wake of loss that has seemed to be near to us for the past
number of months: yesterday, the loss of a two-year old boy, Noah Chamberlin, who went missing in the woods not far from us; and a few months back the loss of a child by a friend who has become dear to me. Unimaginable sadness, and grief; deep, agonizing pain.
I do not understand everything that happens in this life; my sinfulness and finite nature blind my vision at times. However, I do know, not that "all things just happen for a reason" as is a popular mantra in our day and age, but rather that "all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose". What a secure hope we have in that, a bulwark in the midst of storms.
Creation has revealed His glory in the fresh, pure radiance of the snow this evening. Creation has
revealed the hope and beauty that we are privileged to have a taste of in this life, and will fully enjoy in the next. Creation has revealed the hope that the glory of the Lord will blot out all darkness, and one day, every tear will be wiped from our eyes.
Tonight, I will lay my head on my pillow, thanking the good Lord for the gleam in the eyes of my children as the snow began to fall; the joy and thrill in their voices as they descended down our hill on sleds; their laughter as they saw their daddy snowboard for the first time, gliding down our hill as he once did in our days of youth; the handfuls of rosy cheeks that came through my back door as dusk fell, ready for the warmth of the (re; the comfort of a hearty bowl of soup, warm bread, and good conversation; and the snuggling under blankets with curtains open, allowing the brightness and beauty of the snow, a taste of the glory of God, to be their night-light tonight.
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A Little Bit About Me
Once a big city dweller, now out in the hills and hollows of middle Tennessee. A child of the sovereign God, a wife to my best friend and incredibly loving man of God, and a humble servant to the Lord being given five of His children to raise, nurture, teach, love, and care for. Besides the Lord, my husband, and family, my loves are a good book, a good meal with friends, Sunday church and fellowship, and writing.