As I left my office last night–tired from a day of clinical work and a little cold from the rapid decline in temperature–I was met with a beautiful sight of fluffy snowflakes swirling around me. It was only a little squall that lasted long enough to blow on the road but not long enough to stick anywhere. But, the beauty of the flakes stopped me in my tracks. Shivering, I watched them blow this way, wheel that way in the spotlight from our building. Somehow I felt energized. Maybe it brings fond memories of Vermont winters. Nah, its just the beauty of God’s handiwork in making snowflakes for our and his pleasure.
I love winter if it includes snow. If we are going to have cold weather, let’s have a foot of snow to enjoy it. If not, let’s move to Florida.
Musings on Faith and Psychology 