The Beauty of a Winter Morning

It is Sunday morning, and the night before has brought forth a frosty-white blanket on the ground; remnants left behind from an early morning freezing rain that tapped upon our windows at 4:11am. I awoke to something that sounded like a sharp object tapping relentlessly on the bedroom window. It was at that very moment when my day started.

I felt called to get out of bed and peer out the window to witness the white, frosty speckles that were now hitting the ground. God had begun His artistry this winter morning. Even though the sky was still dark, the ground began reflecting an icy white glow. I returned to my warm bed with a slight grin, blessed with having seen this amazing sight.

Hours later, I took a little walk to get the mail from the day before. With each step, a loud sound echoed in the crisp morning air. It reminded me of how it sounds when you crush up a mound of Corn Flakes. Each step made me appreciate what I had witnessed earlier – the birth of a winter morning. The cold, crisp air on my face made me feel as if I was covered by the earlier-noticed ice crystals. I then noticed a small patch of grass along with the trees, ice-covered as well. It was then when I began to think how we all are covered in God’s protection – blanketed by our Lord to help us get through this thing called life, while the trees and the grasses were getting nourishment from the melting ice to aid its growth. I felt the sharpness of my breath as I inhaled the cold morning air. But it was quickly followed by a feeling of warmth, as if God was telling me that He was right there with me.

The sky was overcast, and it had that look that something was still coming. But it still had a calming, soothing essence for me. It was like the sky was telling me that God will always be with me and will protect me no matter what blows in. I heard birds singing in the trees. Maybe they wanted to share with me the birth of this new morning. I felt truly alive!

As I walked back to the house, I noticed my footprints in the frosty-covered snow. I immediately thought of the ‘Footprints in the Sand’ story and how Jesus carries us when He is not walking beside us. I immediately felt a burst of warmth burn within my heart. I crunched all the way back to the door, and I looked around once more at God’s creation. For the second time that morning, I felt the presence of God blessing me with the gift of seeing the beauty of this winter morning.

If only every day could be like this Sunday!