Wednesday Snowy Wednesday

Music is a huge part of my life. Correction. *Listening to music is a huge part of my life. I do not discriminate towards genres, as different ones always seem to suit a different mood. Impartiality to particular artists on the other hand (cough, Justin Bieber, Ke$ha, etc.) is another story. Anywho, as I was driving home from work tonight, I was having trouble finding a radio station that would satisfy the day's music craving. Christmas carols just weren't cutting it for once (gasp) and listening to Kenny Chesney croon about sweet summertime is just plain wrong on a day like today. Lo and behold the Midas touch to 96.1 had just begun an all-time favorite, Pride by U2...or more commonly known as “In the Name of Lovvvvve.” The golden find reminded me of an experience I had last week.
 
MUNM 287: History of Rock and Roll. Sounds like a joke right? Especially for someone who grew up on her dad’s classic rock albums. Not quite. After nearly failing the first three exams, I knew it was time to step up my academic game. With some Divine intervention and having studied my brains out for the last two tests, I was able to turn the direction of my grade around. I got more interested in the course material as the decades went on; most recently we studied 80s and 90s. The last question on my final exam was: “What is U2’s hit single Sunday Bloody Sunday about?” I quickly narrowed it down to C) violence in Northern Ireland or D) genocide in Darfur. “How in the name of Bono could I not know the final answer???” I asked myself. My logic wasn’t getting me anywhere. So I resorted to singing the entire song (in my head of course), in efforts to find a clue. Nothing. I took my best guess, and yes I did get it wrong.

Okay so that story was told only to make sense of my chosen title for this post. Instead of making the classic “OMG iT’s SnOwInG!!!!!!!” Facebook status, I figured why not rather take a moment to reflect on this fluffy white stuff falling from the sky. Plus this whole blogging thing is kind of fun…

Isn’t the first snowfall so beautiful? Hold your horses, you Heat Misers out there. First, create this scene:
 

You didn’t have to trudge through the slush and your face isn’t windburnt. Nor did you nearly die from people who think they’re too cool to drive safe in a blizzard. Rather, you’re safe in your warm house. The fire place crackles and the window ledges are built up with snow. The coffee pot is announcing its brew; the Christmas cookies are cooling on the counter. School and work are cancelled, so you get to spend the evening cuddling with your loved ones under fuzzy blankets watching Christmas movies.

It’s cool; I don’t have 98% of that going on right now either. (A house and coffee is about it, to be exact.) It’s a lonely night here at Guad, yet I can't help but watch with joy as the snow falls on the other side of this wall. There is something so pure about snow. It lays a blanket of freshness upon the dying grass (and, if you’re like us, possesses the added benefit of hiding the neighbors’ dog’s poo). It even gives new life to next year’s crops. (Praise God!)

Thought for the day: As we go to bed on this chilly winter night, think about the pure, stainless qualities of the first snowfall. In what ways can we ask God to help purify our own hearts, minds, and bodies?

 

Here’s to a white Christmas. And to the makers of the Banquet pot pie - that’s an apple pie and not a turkey pot pie - cooking in my oven. Stay safe out there.