Gueeeeeeeees What.

Snow. I love it. Perhaps it doesn't love me considering how infrequently it visits Vancouver. But tonight it's snowing here. ahhhhh. The smell of it that you can't really smell, the noise it makes as it falls that you can't really hear. wow. I just took a look out the window. it's falling really hard now. I was just thinking as i looked out that in a way the snow is kind of like life. Small incidents, accidents, joys, sorrows, victories, and defeats, that to look out at are utterly disorienting and confusing. it looks like chaos the way they swirl and twist, sometimes here, sometimes there, sometimes looking as if they will finally stop, but then coming down with even greater force. And in the midst of it there is very little that I can typically appreciate. In fact I might even be questioning why things must be so confusing, as I actually did to myself today, but then to look back after it stops, and see that that "disorganized, confusion" from my point of view, was actually God's sovereign plan, forming and shaping my life into something to bring Him greater glory.... then I just sit back and stay silent. perhaps that's the way I should be more often. Kinda like how it's easier to watch the bigger picture come together than the individual brush strokes. Because when I watch the brush strokes I wonder "why that colour?" or "why did that way?" when I don't see the vision for the final painting. It's better to wait I suppose. And speaking of waiting, I can't wait to go for a walk tomorrow morning.

Bon nuit mes amis.