THE FREE AND FEARLESS SNOWFLAKE
As a long-time Connecticut resident in the New England region
of the USA, I have a definite ‘love-hate’ relationship with winter
weather. I am particularly averse to those biting blasts of chilly Arctic
air that frequently invade our borders from December through February, and
beyond. However, I love to lounge in front of a cozy fireplace, totally
mesmerized by its warmth, its glow, and the crackling of burning embers.
Let me be perfectly clear. I am no fan of shoveling
mountains of snow, especially in the volume and frequency of recent winters.
The snow blower ably assists my efforts, but never increases my likability for
wintry storms. Nevertheless, I love to stand at the window and gaze at
the absolute beauty and awesome tranquility of newly fallen snow.
Bottom-line: I am emotionally ambivalent about our frequent
downpours of winter snow, but I have a deep-seated and abiding admiration for
their basic building-blocks, a.k.a. snowflakeS. How so?
SNOWFLAKES ARE SURVIVORS.
Their birthplace is high in the stratosphere, where they
form amid violent blasts of winter wind, conditions totally unimaginable and
unendurable for us. Along their gravity-driven journey, they collide
forcefully with one another. And they are continually shaped (and
reshaped) by treacherous winds, changing temperatures and violent collisions
with fellow flakes.
In fact, before reaching the ground, their transitions and
transformations are far too numerous to count. However, the difficulty of
their journey produces miraculous results. Every snowflake achieves the
rare beauty of individuality and uniqueness. No two are alike. This
is amazing, even astounding, in light of the multiplied millions of flakes that
comprise any beautiful blanket of fallen snow.
WE, TOO, ARE SNOWFLAKES.
The circumstantial winds of life constantly shape us; the powerful
gravity of life continually transports us. We move. We
change. We develop. We grow. We rise; we fall; we rise again.
(Proverbs 24:16) Indeed, we become free and fearless along our journey, despite
any collisions, conflict, pressure, or pain. And GOD transforms diverse
situations into divine appointments that develop our distinctiveness and
destiny.
As we allow OUR
CREATOR to define and refine our journey (and ourselves), we become
those beautifully crafted, absolutely awesome, BEINGS-OF-PURPOSE who were conceived in His Mind long before the foundation of
the world.
It is HIS PLAN. It is OUR PROCESS.
Romans 8:28
And we know that all things work together for good to those
who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.
GLIDE FEARLESSLY, SNOWFLAKE, for divine meaning and mission reside within your wintry
storms.
Sisters and brothers, be continually blessed, and please
(above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO MEET OUR SOON COMING KING.
Maranatha!
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