The snow is thick here in the valley this morning. Thick, wet, beautiful snow. And when I stepped outside to scrape off my car the beauty of it filled my heart. The trees were all white. Mist hung on the mountains. Sunshine was creeping out, creating sparkly diamonds out of the white blanket. Wonder. Joy. Gratitude. I felt these all, simply by this beauty.
Had you seen the smile creeping over my sleepy face you would have been surprised to hear the grumblings I muttered last night when the flakes first began to fall. Despite Punxsutawney Phil’s predictions, we’ve had delightful spring weather this past week. Sixty degree days. Hot sunshine. Few clouds. Jackets left inside. Running in t-shirts. It has been glorious. And I was not eager to have it interrupted by snow. And yet the unwanted was beautiful.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: He has made everything beautiful in its time. -Ecclesiastes 3:1&11
I know these February days are long. I opened up the calendar and counted yesterday. Thirteen full weeks before summer break. Sure, it’ll be here before we know it, but meanwhile the days seem long, and the unwanted realities just won’t go away. Snow keeps falling. Alarms keep blaring in the dark. The work load doesn’t decrease, and there is little break from the routine that keeps us running busy. There are head colds, and the house is always a little colder than one would desire – in hopes of keeping the utility bills at a minimum.
There are many reasons to want another season. A warmer one. One that includes another beach vacation and longer days with less to do. But if there is really a time for everything, and if every activity under heaven really has its own season, then I want to be fully immersed in the beauty of this season. This season where I wake up to snow. Unwanted, undesirable, and unplanned doesn’t have to mean ugly, distasteful, or unlikeable.
So maybe these February snow – literal and figurative – can be embraced. Maybe they can be cherished. Maybe we can even find contentment in them, rejoicing in the beauty that is made in each season.