Lockdown 110

Lockdown Day 110 - 14 July 2020

Day 110. Let this day be remembered for the snow we saw this morning. I was getting ready to walk with Roxy, dressing warmly, as the temperature was 4°C. I was in the kitchen holding my tea, waiting for Roxy to finish hers (yes, a drop of milk with 4 tablespoons of freshly made rooibos). I stood looking out the living room window, and suddenly, there it came. A quick 'downpour' of a white icy substance, like ice rain. But it virtually immediately changed into soft wafting snowflakes, slowly gliding down in a see-saw pattern. This continued for about half an hour. 

We were like children in a snow-country. But without snow on the ground to play with. While there are many terms for different kinds of snow, I don't really care about all the technical terms. This is about the experience. To me, it was fluffy, sticky and precisely the same snowflakes as in 1996 when we lived in Harrismith and the whole town was snowed in for weeks. It snowed for more than 12 hours, and quickly covered our front door's steps and submerged the children's swing seat outside. 

Little did I know, this morning's mushroom soup clouds (also as in 1996) will once again yield this magical little heavenly particle. It's bright white colour immediately brings to mind the idiom as white as snow.  Snow is also a known pocket of light and warmth. The brightness in countries where it snows in winter brings more lightness of being and less human hibernation. 

Two nights ago I wrote, "my pocket of warmth is the presence of an Omniscient God who knows what I need." It suddenly occurred to me, this is God, knowing what I need, and bringing it right to my doorstep; I caught my breath and inhaled this pocket of light and warmth, experiencing the incredible likeness of being .....in the presence of our Omniscient God. What a feeling. I am still dancing in the spirit, feeling the Light.

The second precious snowy 'ice' pour happened at midday just as I was delivering a freshly baked orange and raisin bread to my star baker friend (yes, I had confidence in the recipe). I've been looking up ever since. H, you know who you are, and many thanks for you being you! Again, I felt God right next to me. Even though we are left with bone chilling cold weather, this pocket of warmth hovers in my spirit as a silent reminder of the Life in my blood. 

Og Mandino describes this miracle : "Within your 5 quarts of blood are 22 trillion blood cells and within each cell are millions of molecules and within each molecule is an atom oscillating at more than 10 million times each second. Each second, 2 million of your blood cells die to be replaced by 2 million more in a resurrection that has continued since your first birth. Count another blessing." Not only does this highlight the wonder of you and me, but also the fragility of life. 

So is the construction of a snowflake. Too intricate to grasp but great enough to exhibit and exalt its Creator, but simultaneously extremely fragile. Just imagine what fun He had in forming the inspiring pattern of snowflakes. Tonight I celebrate His joy in creating this world, and in creating me.  I celebrate my God who's well and truly proved to us He's got this!