The Snow Globe

Each January a small group of friends and I attend what we call the Ozarks Write and Create Retreat. I love this time because it allows me to focus on writing, meditating, and praying, without the interruptions I would have at home. I am easily distracted and being the only extrovert in the group is sometimes challenging. Where I get my energy from being around people, the introverts love time to just withdraw and write or create. (Just a side note–our super creative one teaches quilting classes, and she frequently makes samples for her classes. Her work is amazing! She also makes her own greeting cards, and they are so much better than what can be bought in the store.)

We usually book our retreat for January because schedules are less hectic. It doesn’t hurt that prices are cheaper than peak season. Invariably, we get snow fall each year and this year was no exception.

As I was doing my morning Bible reading, I gazed out the window to see sunshine, and the snow softly blowing shimmered like shiny crystals in the sky.  I love the word scintillating, and indeed, what I was watching was just that. In the background above the lake a fog was softly rising into the mountains. The whole scene felt like we were wrapped in a snow globe. I just sat and watched, taking in the scene and thinking how wonderful God is to give us moments like this.

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All Fall Down

While I do not see children playing this game now, when I was a child we played Ring Around the Rosie. The poem went like this: “Ring around the rosies; Pockets full of posies; Ashes, ashes, all fall down!”

When we got to the end, we would all fall down on the ground and then get up laughing. While some attribute this to a macabre ritual from the Bubonic plague days, in actuality there is evidence that it dates back to more playful origins in Europe. Needless to say, when we recited this as children we were not thinking about any plagues!

I have taken a lot of falls in my life–both figuratively and literally. There have been sprained ankles, broken elbows, paint chips embedded in my forehead when I fell and hit the corner of a wall, and more. But the falls that you cannot see are probably the ones that have left the most marks on me. The failure to meet someone’s expectations, the breaking of a promise, the crashing of a ministry I loved, and more, litter my life. Some of the falls were a result of my own carelessness and others were things out of my control.

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