To You … With Love,

Soft and gentle as the dancing kisses of a child, the snowflakes fell. They arrived in the middle of the night, dropping like fairy dust on the city of Staunton. At the mid-night hour all around me the loveliness of such pure white light had diminished the darkness. Staunton lay covered with the whiteness of a fresh city; the broken edges of the landscape gone and the little piece of earth I call home lay bathed in wonder.

It all happened like an act of grace, where whatsoever was ugly and dark lay redeemed in the beauty of the snow. I was strangely warmed, as I thought of the gift from heaven God sent one mid-night hour. I thought of the pure whiteness of God’s beloved Son and I thought of all the ugliness that now lies covered by his love.

Today, I thank God for the snowfall of his Son’s glory that still shines through the ages as love becomes known and God gets personal. Have a good day and while snowflakes fill the sky, enjoy the wonder.

Rev. Richardson (ret)