Every year in the winter, when frost crept along the ground, our kids would wake up with such delight when they found white crunchy stems of grass on the ground. There was something wonderful about the beauty of everything covered in white. I so enjoy as a mother getting to glean from their wonder in God’s creation. Often from our kitchen table, I would look out the back window as the kids would play outside crunching the grass beneath their feet. I treasure these moments in my heart as Luke so beautifully described Mary with Jesus in chapter two verse nineteen… “But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”
There’s something about the air when there’s frost outside. It’s as if the cold comes in through your inhale and creeps through your veins to the tips of your fingers. It can be a bit uncomfortable to breathe in and endure the extremities becoming numb. Such beauty comes from such bitter cold. Life is often like that, isn’t it? Some of the most beautiful moments come from the most bitter experiences.
This morning, our dear son woke up a bit late when he didn’t rise at his first alarm, which made the morning feel rushed and hurried. I had a moment to take a few deep breaths in our car as I sat waiting for him to emerge ready to conquer the day. We needed a few minutes to warm up the car anyway, I told myself, since the window was covered with frost. Instead of the whole windshield frosted over though, there were beautiful designs strewn across the glass. It was my little gift this morning in all the rush. There are so many moments like that I often miss in my hurry or frustration. It’s exciting to think of how many more we can experience if we pause in the hurry and just look around us. Jesus is always with us, giving us sweet gifts of beauty in His creation.