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A Snowflake Just Like You

So, the next time you see a snowfall and your first instinct isn't to pause and stand in awe f the Creator, you may want to check yourself. Listen, I get it. I was born and raised in Florida. Snow was what my grandparents talked about. Snow was something we saw in movies.

But now I have lived over half of my life in these places where the white tundra is just expected for half the year. You call it North. I've asked God for forgiveness for what I call it.

Recently some guy I've never heard of (I'll give him credit below*) took amazingly close up shot of individual snowflakes. What I see is evidence of a Creator. But not just a Creator. A Creator that doesn't seem to care what you and I give Him credit for. Take a look at these and consider that, for thousands of years, these flakes have been falling on the ground, mostly unnoticed for their stunning beauty and individual style. 

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These unique flakes, all beautiful, fulfilled their purpose and virtually nobody noticed. They fell. They came together with thousands of other unique flakes. They formed something noticeable, for a time, on the ground. Then they simply melted away.

It kind of reminds me of....people. Yes, people. You. Me. That one guy who lived in that one place and did that one thing. All of us.

When I think of the totality of humanity, I see the evidence of a Creator. But not just a Creator. A Creator that doesn't seem to mind what He gets credit for. Take a look at people and consider that, for thousands of years, these people have been walking the planet, mostly unnoticed for their stunning beauty and individual style.

These people filled the Earth. Many of them have fulfilled their purpose. They came together with other people, perhaps forming something noticeable. Then these people simply melted away.

The snow hasn't begun to fall around here yet. When it does, it will be unlikely that I will take time, nor have the ability, to notice the beauty of each individual flake. But I will try to thank the Creator for what I know is there.

I may even try to do the same with the flakes around me that I know to be people, each made with loving care by a very creative Creator.

*These photos by Alexey Kljatov, using a homemade contraption, are extreme close-ups of an individual snowflakes.

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