Covered with white frosting
The other day I woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning because my dog was scratching at the bedroom door wanting to go outside. Still half asleep, I managed to slip on my fuzzy slippers in the dark and trudged my way downstairs to open the backyard door for him.
The sun hadn't risen yet but it was just light enough outside to see that everything was blanketed in a heavy sheet of powdered snow. There was something incredibly beautiful about the trees suddenly being covered with such a thick layer of white frosting.
The first snow of the season is probably the best feeling and it has the potential of taking you back in time. As adults, we may naturally associate snow with the duty of shoveling the driveway or scraping the ice from the windshield of our car.
Why don't we also think about building a snowman with the children, roasting marshmallows in a winter campfire, or taking a skiing lesson? Maybe if we challenge ourselves enough we'll be able to find a new perspective of the changing seasons.
We can easily become calloused to the beauty around us and this might be due to the fact that we've seen miracles (such as falling snow) so many times that we eventually become unaffected by it.
Reflection Question: How can you embrace the season that you're in with a fresh perspective?