peaceful Snow
So I'm in a new place, almost a new world it seems. I'm in the land of deers in the middle of town, and snow that is so common that the locals groan loudly as the flakes begin to flurry happily outside the windows. They look at me strangely as I stare out the window like a child, excitedly seeing snow for the first time. My inner child leapt for joy as she considered sledding down the old hills I used to travel down so often as a child.
This place is beautiful...
But it is also a little lonely. I was so lost the first two weeks, even to start today, wondering if I'd made the right choice coming so far away from my mom and my brother and my dad, even if I was seeing other amazingly special people to me. But as I saw that snow that so many others dreaded, I felt that familiar pull that initially pulled me here in the first place. Snow and I somehow have a connection, a connection that started my love of Montana and helped my writing.
I remember the first time I stood in the snow by myself as twilight poured over the mountains and my snow-piled hill. I walked my sled back up to my house, and a new, fresh powder began to fall over the world around me. I can still see the way the street lamps casted a purplish blue, sparkling shadow on my street. The world was so quiet... so peaceful. That moment from so long ago has stuck with me in some of my hardest moments of my life. Why then did snow help my heart to calm? Because it reminded me that the ocean had started to heal me, but the snow would be my peace. I had to come where I had remembered feeling peace. So here I am.
I so look forward to seeing what God has in store for me here. I can't wait to see the amazing things He has coming. So many things fit so perfectly to get me here, and I know there was a purpose.
