There's something very serene about fresh fallen snow, especially in the woods. It evokes memories of a Robert Frost poem ("Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening") that I memorized in my youth. There was little meaning to it during the many years that we lived in a tropical climate, and even during the Air Force years when we were stationed in North Dakota (the windswept ever-so-cold prairie). But walking in the woods near our new house after the recent snowfall is a very peaceful experience. The areas that, just a few days ago were muddy and difficult to navigate (if you wanted to keep your shoes clean), are now firm and covered with pristine powder. It brings to mind the promised transformation described by Isaiah (1:18) and the peace that comes from being forgiven.
While we enjoy the beauty of the snow, we miss the warmth of Africa. Sara and Andrew have gone back there and are now enjoying the perfect Kenya climate. Aaron and Zsa are back in school in Portland. It sure was nice having everybody together over the Christmas break.
Here are some pictures of the snow beauty:
Rommel seems to love the snow.
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