The LORD snowed last night

As I see it…
The Lord snowed last night. The blanket of white crystalline was just enough to cover the ground and a little more. It really was a beautiful sight. The snow was light enough to be pushable; you needn’t shovel it. That’s good for us cardiac types. It was also just deep enough to clearly distinguish deer tracks; each duplicate set was in close proximity and arranged in a delicate pattern. The branches and leaves of evergreen were covered enough that the appearance of neatly arranged marshmallows rested on each protrusion.
The Lord snowed last night. It was another reminder of his marvelous creativity. I wonder how many of us creatures who have been made in his image took time to marvel at and thank the Lord for snowing. It’s a good thing children love it; there may not be too many above the height of four feet or the age of 12 that get enamored any more with God’s whiteness. I know the birds appreciate it. I heard their pleasant chirps and serenades as I rearranged God’s white blanket a little. I believe they were encouraging me to be careful and not desecrate Deity’s divine delicacies.
The Lord snowed last night. He’s been doing it for thousands of years. Of course he’s experienced with such atmospheric displays, but it’s still beautiful to see and a wonder to behold. Sadly, we can only enjoy occasional bursts of his cold whiteness. There are mountain ranges and cold climes worldwide that, without us ever realizing it get powered frequently, deeply and without fanfare. God is good at what he does. None of us, with even the combined energy of sheer willpower could generate one snowflake. Yet, without thinking about it, God can cover hundreds of square miles inches to feet deep in a matter of minutes or hours. God is good at what he does!
The Lord snowed last night. And, the psalmists rejoiced. They have been telling us for millennia how wonderful, powerful; even inspiring the Lord is when he snows. What’s that you say? You don’t believe me? Well listen to the writer of Psalm 147: Praise the LORD…He gives snow like wool; He scatters the hoarfrost like ashes. He casts forth His ice as fragments; who can stand before his cold? Who, indeed!