As I sit in my little sanctuary of an office this morning, the word that comes to mind is peace. Out my window, snow gently falls blanketing the ground. My Piano Christmas plays quietly in the background. My Sumatra coffee warms my hands and taste buds.

I love mornings where fresh snow is falling. It’s a morning where life slows down a bit. Drivers can’t barrel down the roads. School buses are late, so rushing isn’t necessary. The urgency to run errands is replaced by thoughts of a nice toasty fire and a cup of hot cocoa.

Tranquility.

Outside dainty heaps pile atop Christmas lights and pine needles. Frailty. Tiny snowflakes find their designed homes. Destiny. Scraggly branches thicken with a white puffy layer. Comfort.

Softly the pianist glides its fingers across the keys …

Long lay the world in sin and error pining.

Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees. Oh, hear the angel voices!

O night divine, the night when Christ was born …

I wonder if it snowed that night. A baby born in a stable-such frailty. But it was perfect-destiny. Hope felt from the birth of a Savior-comfort.

Whether it’s snowing where you live or not, take time today … just be.