I woke up this morning and peeked from the hall-way, still somewhat sleepy.
“Moriah, did you see the snow?” my sister asked.
The blinds were pulled up, framing the rare winter display.
After weeks of warmth and spring and blooming daffodils, the skies turned grey with snow clouds. Frigid flakes danced and flitted delicately to the ground. It rested on bare branches and green sprigs.
In quiet awe I treasured this gift, trying to capture it on camera.
Just hours later, this dusting of snow vanished as fleetingly as a puff of warm breath on a cold day.
This illustrates the brevity of our lives so vividly! We do not know what tomorrow holds. Each day should be held as precious in our hearts, never taking the gifts all around us for granted.
“Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” -James 4:14