Winter Reflections.
Earlier today, I froze my nose as I walked through the snowy fields with mom. Now I sit encased in warmth, a mug of tea at my side and candles flickering on top of my bookshelf, searching for the words to share this beauty. The beauty of snow over empty fields, death covered in purest white, my life exchanged for His . . . Do you see it? This beauty that makes the world go ‘round? It tugs at my heart, and burdens me somehow, I suppose because others need to see . . . and don’t. As I walked through the snow today, I marveled at its radiant whiteness. Just days ago, the world looked dead (there was a stark beauty even in that, but it was not quite the same). Now, although the temperatures have dropped, this freezing white stuff has added a wonderful encasement of brightness to our dead, dead world. It covers the barren fields with shimmers and causes the empty branches to glisten in the sunlight. The beauty of it all captures my heart, but n...