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When the World Tilts . . . God Is Still the Same


Have you ever looked at something you’ve seen all your life and suddenly it looked brand new? Maybe when you first saw the world through the eyes of a parent, having just become a mother or dad for the first time. Wow – this little person is my child. Hard to comprehend, wasn’t it?


One such time for me was after my first book was published, not that I’m comparing that to the wonder of parenthood.


I was in a pizza place the night my book was accepted by the publisher, and honestly, it seemed as if the world had shifted – I was to be a published author! Today one can do that a lot more easily with Amazon ebooks and Create Space and other avenues, but for me at the time it was a dream come true. And pizza took on a new flavor for me that night when I, a soon-to-be published author, sat with my friends and ate a piece.


This winter has been a time like that for me as it pertains to snow. Yes, for most of my life after my family moved from the South up to New Jersey and then Illinois, I have experienced snow. This year we’ve had a plethora of snow – not sure plethora can be applied to snow, but it felt right at the moment I typed it. Tons of snow, gallons of snow, mountains of snow – however you measure it, we’ve had an abundance of that and bitter cold temperatures this winter.


I’ve always thought the first snow of the season was beautiful, especially if it produced a white Christmas, and I’ve always been partial to the ice that forms on trees, making the street look like a crystal cave surrounded by icy stalactites and stalagmites (the way I remember which is which is that stalactites have a “c” for ceiling and stalagmites have a “g” for ground, but I digress).


After the first snow and the second and third, it starts to look less pretty to me, but still I like the four seasons and snow is part of that.


But this year – this year! Not only have we had a ton of it, it has also been absolutely gorgeous. I’ve tried taking photos and I’m including a couple of them in this post. They’re not great but if you enlarge them you can see actual snowflake-shaped snowflakes captured by an obvious amateur!


The first time this struck me in a new way was on an evening I was visiting my friend Kay’s house and as I left her house, we could see this powdery, sparkly, fluffy stuff on the ground that literally looked like what they would use on a stage or movie set to sprinkle around when you need fake snow. In the snow you could see snowflakes that looked like plastic confetti, like something you would buy at a party store. They were absolutely perfect and about 3/8-inch in diameter, big enough that you could see their shape with the naked eye.


Today, a couple of winter months later, we’re again having snow. The piles on the sides of the driveway are probably almost four feet high – you have to be really careful backing out into the street. But when I got in the car this morning, I again saw those picture-perfect little flakes, perfectly formed and I again took pictures with my phone.


As I said, I have seen snow all my life, but snow this year is utterly gorgeous and points me in God’s direction because He set everything up so that snowflakes would be the amazing way they are. They say that no two snowflakes are alike, a claim I question because no one has seen them all, so how could you know?


It’s easier for me to believe that no to people are exactly alike because I’ve known identical and fraternal twins as different as they can be and it just doesn’t make sense that two people would have the same personality, intelligence, preferences, laugh, foot shape, and all the other things that go into each person being him- or herself.


My point, you may be wondering about. What is it? Just this: God set it all up so that snowflakes would form their perfect little selves, just like flowers would reproduce themselves as the gorgeous creatures they are. And He gave us these things to enjoy. “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows (James 1:17).


If He has done all this, can He not help us, you and me, when we need Him most? Since He knows the number of hairs on our heads, as well as all of our needs, and has promised to take care of us, can we not trust Him? Even when the world seems to be spinning out of control?


God, would you please give each of us a new glimpse of you, so that when we feel like the world has tilted and is no longer the same – we will remember that you are still God and you are still taking care of us and loving us?


Let me know about a time you saw something in a new light, when the world tilted for you. I’d love to know about it.


In my neck of the woods, we’re in the middle of a huge snowstorm. We’ve shoveled multiple times, but it just keeps on coming. It is truly beautiful. The boughs of the forty-foot-tall blue spruce right outside my window at this moment, heavy with the thick white stuff, bob slowly and gracefully in the wind. They’re so heavy they can’t move very fast but seem to just float up and down with their burden.


I love snow – at least its clean, white, cozy appearance and the stay-inside-by-the-fire feeling it brings just to look at it. I even enjoy shoveling, which is good exercise to boot. But I don’t like to drive in it.


Anyway, the very best part of a big white snowstorm like the one we’re experiencing now is that it makes everything beautiful, hiding all the imperfections under a fluffy white blanket.


And that reminds me of what our wonderful God does for me, as He says in Isaiah 1:18:


“Come now, let’s settle this,” says the Lord. ‘Though your sins are like scarlet, I will make them as white as snow. Though they are red like crimson, I will make them as white as wool.’”


If that’s not a reason to praise Him, I don’t know what is. Because of Jesus, God covers my sins and sees me as white as snow. And He does the same for every person who loves Jesus – because He paid the price for our sins when He died on the cross and rose from the grave.