For He says to the snow, “Fall on the earth”; likewise to the gentle rain and the heavy rain of His strength.
Job 37.6, NKJV
It is snowing again. And while I know many of my friends are already over the snow and the cold, it will never grow old to me. Especially this year. Because this year the snow has become a reminder to me. A reminder of a promise. For He says to the snow, “fall on the earth”; likewise to the gentle rain and the heavy rain of His strength. I love that phrase, the heavy rain of His strength. The heavy reign of His strength. I can’t help but think it. I am so grateful for it. His ability to reign over everything. I love that He is powerful. There is comfort in His power. Even when situations defy all human logic, when there are options I would rather not have to choose between, there is still comfort. The fact that with simple words He commands the weather, and all else around Him. I told you earlier in the week, and I will tell you again, this week was difficult. And I struggled to get through it, and then on Wednesday night, when I thought I wasn’t going to make it one more day, He said to the snow, fall on the earth, and with it grace fell. Big, fluffy, wet clumps of grace, all over this life of mine. God brought grace through a snowstorm. And as eager as a child, watching the snowfall as it blanketed the back yard and all the places where we do life, I too sat and watched. I watched as grace, disguised as snow, fell and covered over all the places where I do life. And like the snow it fell large and soft, with no one place untouched. And this snowfall…this gracefall… brought with it a quiet peace that was meant for more than just scenery, it was meant to be enjoyed.
My classes were cancelled. My tests were pushed back. And for one day, I was given, well, grace. Grace to play in, grace to be enjoyed, grace to watch through the window while sipping hot chocolate from big, hand thrown mugs. And it was entirely unexpected, and yet entirely what I needed. He knew I needed that day. My snow day. My grace day. I am so thankful for it. For Him. For His love and tenderness to intervene even through the weather. And I can’t help but think how many others needed that snow day. That grace day. And I wonder how it touched them, and how it changed them. And I think towards coming days, and how there will be more grace days. Because He knows. He always knows the condition of our hearts. Our need for those days. So grace days will come. They will be disguised as many things but they will come. With four simple words, they will come.
Fall to the earth.
And they will fall.