I am a lover of snow. I love its silence, its beauty, the magical way it sculpts the world around me into entirely new landscapes that change every day.
But I also am aware of how treacherous it is, as I drive to pick up my daughter from work, peering through the dark, flakes flying thick at my headlights, windshield wipers on the highest setting, trying to find the faint ruts that mark the road in this white world.
Sometimes I am tempted to avoid the storms. To stay inside, warm but dull. Sheltered but lethargic.
But I have found the best way to live in winter is to walk into the storm, to let the wind whip, the flakes sting. To be alive. To pray for a peaceful heart. And tomorrow the sun may rise sparkling on the snow, and turn it into a mirror of the starry sky.
You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you. Isaiah 26:3