Last night we got our first snowfall. Can’t say for sure, but the random little storm may have caused my weird nights sleep–or the fact I was just awake at 7:15 am, when yesterday I could hardly get out of bed by 11am. Strange. Regardless, waking up to white was a pleasant change. It was beautiful. I sat on the end of my bed and stared out the window. The sky was mesh with pinks, the green grass was covered in white and the butterfly bush held icicles. Actually, the individual stems with the remaining flowers and leaves resembled caterpillars, which made me smile. I love imagination. 🙂
As I ate breakfast, I thought about the color white. I decided it is like the color black…no different hues in definition, just the one. I guess that makes them unique. Like us–there is just one, no one has or will be like me or like you. We are unique–fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14a). And it makes life beautiful.
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson