Just Sharing

So many times as I gaze upon the world I see the workings of God’s hand. I find myself in awe of His creation, and my heart leaps in my chest for the privilege of this witness to my soul. We are in the midst of a severe winter storm. So far we have had snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain, and now polar temperatures and snow again.

It is currently one in the morning and fifteen degrees with winds gusting twenty mile per hour. A moment ago I turned on the perimeter lights of my home so I could see the snow falling better. In the bright LED floodlights I saw the snowflakes falling.

It is somewhat windy, and the flakes are so fine, and in the cold air the tiny flakes looked like ice fairies dancing in the lights, swirling and flowing with every ebb and flow of the breeze. It seemed like a heavenly ballroom with the symphony of the wind guiding each and every movement.

The grandeur of God’s perfection hit me with such depth I had to take a deep breath, soaking in the reality of what I was seeing. In this extreme cold—such a harsh and uncomfortable environment—the hand of God was shown brightly to me.

There is beauty in all that He has done! This is not one of those winter wonderland events; it is a harsh crippling cold storm that shuts the movement of man down to barely a crawl. We have received several notifications from EMS to stay in our homes.

The roads are impassable and where we live, even with our four-wheel drive vehicles it is doubtful that they would survive a trip down our driveway, and if they did the roads are frozen over. Yet somehow for some reason (perhaps only to share with you) I saw the majesty of God in the blowing snow.

To be perfectly honest, this has touched me with such depth I am writing with flowing tears of joy. I feel I have received such a gift. I may seem like just a romantic fool to you, the reader, but you must understand I despise the cold,. Winter is my least favorite time of year, and I am always ready for it to be over as soon as it begins.

If I am going to complain about the weather, it will be in the winter for sure. Yet here I am filled with joy and thanksgiving in the worst winter storm we have had in years. If I was going to try and explain how this happens I could only account for such a happening to the revelation of the Holy Spirit.

This morning I watched a small herd of deer coming down off the hill into the hollow of our property seeking shelter from the weather. A few days ago I saw a female bobcat walking through—I figure she is looking for a place to give birth to her spring litter.

Some might call it my church or the temple where I worship, or even my prayer closet, but I find that I pray outdoors year-round far more than indoors. I have always been an outdoors person, and for many years find myself often giving thanks to my Father in Heaven for his creation.

I have wondered why God so richly blesses me with being able to see him in the workings of His hand, maybe because I do appreciate it so much, or maybe because I love Him so dearly. I am just very thankful for the gifts that He so often gives and the tears of joy that it brings to my soul.

“Religion without Faith is a deadly thing.”

R.C. Sproul

Kenneth Kellar

A Man Called by God to Teach and Disciple