Yet snowflakes are such a reminder of stillness to me.
The do their own thing, gracefully fluttering down from the sky even when the weather should be in the seventies and I would be wearing shorts.
They don't mind that they're interrupting my regularly scheduled programming, my expectations for what the day should look like.
They just keep on their steady path towards the ground.
Yesterday at church the lesson was on following Jesus. Admittedly, I was tempted check out -supposing that I've heard the sermon eight million times before, and there's nothing new to learn. However, as we looked at Jesus' call to some about the cost of following Him I was struck by the end of Luke 9.
Today the snowflakes remind me, once again, of the passage from Luke:
"No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God." (Luke 9:62)There is so much significance placed on looking forward and maintaining focus on what is coming.
The little snowflakes outside my window appear to have mastered what I struggle to understand: they follow a steady, carefree journey towards the ground. They don't get the opportunity to glance back at the sky and question what was left behind.
Today, I want to learn from the the snowflakes: my destination clearly in front of me and the path it must take being filled with a graceful move toward what lies ahead.