In fact, the only reason why "snow" seemed like a good title is because of a pivotal event in my life dealing with the frozen precipitation. I was on a mission trip with my high school, based in Tallahassee, Florida. We were up in North Carolina helping out where we could, and came back from a particular outing...
Actually, this is probably a good place to interject something: I have this inescapable feeling that I cannot really convey myself as adequately as I should. Or, no one will "get" this. Life changing events aren't easily relatable: if they were, lives would be changing a lot more (if you've ever tried explaining your favorite concert to someone who wasn't there, you know what I mean).
And my life to now has been one big life-changing event.
So why am I trying?
Frankly, I don't know yet. Maybe when (if?) I finish this, I will...but for now, I'm just trusting (a big part of this life-changing event) that this will work out. If reading something created with little purpose freaks you out, by all means get out now.
Anyways, we returned to our temporary home from mission work one night and found snow everywhere, blanketing the ground just like you'd imagine in some Christmas special from when you were a kid. We spent hours in the snow, fighting and making angels and laughing and meeting snow men. This was it.
Why is it I remembered snow more than the "God moments"?
Why is it snow stuck in my memory more than the hours of heartfelt worship afterwards, the prayer, the joy, even the sorrow?
Was God in the snow?
Do you think that's the dumbest question you've ever heard?
...we'll get to that later. Assuming I actually do fulfill my promise of updating this every two days (craziness!). If you stick around, I sincerely hope you get something out of this. If you love or hate everything you've read, feel free to message me! So long until Monday.
