This is my morning view from the window of the cabin at WaterBrooks.

There’s something about snow that speaks silence into my soul.

Even a thin blanket of the white stuff muffles the grinding sounds of the chaotic world as it grumblingly awakens then frantically tumbles headlong into a new day.

I took my cup of hot coffee out on the porch for a few minutes to just breathe in the crisp stillness. The steam was rising from my mug and my breath lingered visibly in the air for a few moments.

It was good to be still.

And to reflect on the snow. In Job chapter 38, the Lord Himself tells us that it is His Treasury of Snow!

Kind of like a Children’s Book Treasury. A compilation of all the best stories to be read and enjoyed over and over again.

Or perhaps like a Government Treasury…the financial seat of strength and power, where all the resources are kept that bolster the country.

I have discovered that even in just a single moment of stillness there is renewing of strength.

It’s good to take that moment to reflect on the One Who sends the snow. (Job 37.6)

When I feel overwhelmed, to remind myself that the Ancient of Days is still seated on His throne wearing garments that are brilliantly whiter than snow. (Daniel 7.9)

When I feel like a mess, to hold on to His promise that He will wash me whiter than snow, too. (Isaiah 1.18)

Yes, as I look out at the white covered ground and trees heavy with snow, I pause to breathe in the truth that His Mercies are indeed new every morning!

Great is Your faithfulness to me, O my Lord Jesus!

Deb