“Has the rain a father?
Or who has begotten the drops of dew?
From whose womb comes the ice?
And the frost of heaven, who gives it birth?”
As I cast my first glance out of the window this morning, I am surprised by the white covering that casts a glow upon the backyard. This is the first snowfall of the season at our home. I see how it illuminates the darkness.
As I wander to the kitchen, I stand amazed at the beauty pictured out of my patio door.
Oh, the wonders of the season.
Oh, the amazing power of my majestic Creator!
I gaze upon the grounds and drink in the beauty.
Soft snow is falling, cascading gently down.
Snow is everywhere, resting upon the branches of the trees.
It lies upon the rooftops in the neighborhood as if it belongs there permanently.
Our driveway is invisible under soft white flakes of frozen liquid.
I can’t help but give praise to my God for the beauty that radiates around me.
I am captivated by the magnificence of the Creator.
He is the Father of the rain. He has brought into being the drops of dew by His omnipotent hand.
His divine trinomial power easily generates the ice as it envelops the stratosphere.
And the frost of heaven who brings it forth, do you know?
God Almighty, that is His name.
Inspired and quickened, I begin the duties of the day with a spring in my step and a song in my heart.
For I have cast my glance upon a touch of the timeless works of the Great I AM. This no one can truly fathom.