SNOW

Born during a virtually snowed-in, cars slipping off the road blizzard, my mama calls me her snow baby. And for a girl born in South Carolina that's pretty unusual.I've always loved snow. Maybe it's the novelty of it. But waking to a landscape transformed to purity and stillness fills me with awe and giddy excitement every single time. No exception.Day 5, I woke to 6 inches of snow on the ground. While huge flakes floated down. Hushing outside in a pristine blanket. Soon to be broken by schemers plotting snowball wars and screams of laughter.Continually delighted and surprised by snow, I believe it's one of the ways that God shows His extravagant and intimate love for me. Yes I know that everyone else can see "my" snow and enjoy it...but somehow in my heart, silly as it is, I always feel it's especially for me. As a little girl riding down the hill on my dad's back as he lay on the sled. On a snow day given in college by our president. On my birthday. On a weekend away when I really needed space to breathe and to know I wasn't alone. On my first ever white Christmas. And now this, my 30th birthday roadtrip.Fresh. Clean. Pure. Surprising. Transforming. Delighting. Quiet. Slowing. Bright. Straight from heaven...literally and spiritually.