There is something I have noticed with this blog. I complain a lot about the world and everything that should be changed about it. You know, there is a lot that could be done to make our world a better place, but we should talk about the beautiful things, too.
I normally have rather indifferent feelings towards snow, but as I opened my door and watched it fall this morning, it struck me as beautiful. The fresh, pure white flakes floated down and landed with grace and fragility on the earth. It gathered in a blanket over the field and remained untouched.
Of course, by the end of the day, it was melted and muddy and slushy. A lot of people had trampled through it and left their footprints all over the place. It saddened me to see such purity marred and destroyed, but more flakes began to fall. Perfect, unique snowflakes began to cover the ground once more. Before long, the field was a blanket again.
Even though the world may seem dirty and unforgivable, new life comes into it every day, blanketing our existence with new ideas and new beginnings. The world is new every morning. No matter how many times people trample on it, mess it up, or make it miserable, new snow falls and makes it perfect again.
It makes everything hopeful and makes all the difference. We are all snowflakes falling on a field.
I normally have rather indifferent feelings towards snow, but as I opened my door and watched it fall this morning, it struck me as beautiful. The fresh, pure white flakes floated down and landed with grace and fragility on the earth. It gathered in a blanket over the field and remained untouched.
Of course, by the end of the day, it was melted and muddy and slushy. A lot of people had trampled through it and left their footprints all over the place. It saddened me to see such purity marred and destroyed, but more flakes began to fall. Perfect, unique snowflakes began to cover the ground once more. Before long, the field was a blanket again.
Even though the world may seem dirty and unforgivable, new life comes into it every day, blanketing our existence with new ideas and new beginnings. The world is new every morning. No matter how many times people trample on it, mess it up, or make it miserable, new snow falls and makes it perfect again.
It makes everything hopeful and makes all the difference. We are all snowflakes falling on a field.