I’m still in the phase where winter is okay by me. It’s cold, yes, and tonight as my friends and I walked to our cars in the cold, we complained a little. Or I guess I should say that we “commented” on how cold it was. It wasn’t really complaining. We just kept ourselves in our own little huddles of self and coat til we got to our cars.
And the snow was falling steadily all evening long.
It’s been a few weeks since the last big snow, so the coating we had on the ground was starting to look a little dingy. We needed a couple inches to clean everything up again, to renew it.
Nights when it snows are some of the most silent that I know of. I mean, sometimes there are sirens of the people going to take care of the car wrecks and people honking at others who have forgotten how to drive in snow and therefore do dangerous things. But it’s almost like the snow absorbs the noise of the night. All the animals are hibernating or have migrated, so there’s no noise there. It’s just peaceful silence.
I forget about silence sometimes. I forget that it’s a good thing. I forget that it can exist since my world is so noisy.
Noise wakes me up in the morning. Coffeemakers are noisy, but necessary. I listen to music all the time, since I love it, but I forget that sometimes silence sounds better and renews more. I can mute the sounds on Matilda, but even as I type or click, there’s noise. Click click click click. taptaptap. Click click click click clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.
Before I know it, the noise has taken my day. Even if it hasn’t been a particularly busy day, the noise has occupied the whole thing.
The silence during a snow recalls me to Psalm 46:10. Be still, and know that I am God. Be still. Breathe in, watch the glittery snowflakes cover over the slushy brown stuff on the ground. Know that He is God, that He renews, that He brings life.
Glittery snowfall, silent snowfall. Slowly renewing what has been defiled, bringing a silent night to a noisy world.
Remember the post a while back when I said I was going to figure out what the purpose of winter was? Well, maybe it’s so that we get quiet. Maybe it’s to give us a change of scenery – more inside than out. Maybe to give a little silence, to offer beautiful snowy nights. Maybe.