Each year, we gather around the living room with our scissors, a stack of white paper, and a little Nat King Cole on Pandora. With just a few folds and snips of the scissors, plain paper becomes large geometric flakes. The sound of oohs and ahhs fill the room as intricate and interesting patterns unfold before our eyes. As we create, we relish over the beauty of Christmas itself. We thankfully reflect on the wonder of our Creator and His creation.
The paper snowflakes hang in the windows of our home through the end of January. I know our Texan neighbors must think we're crazy northerners, but those uniquely shaped cut-outs are a powerful reminder to my family. Each time we see them, we are reminded of the knowledge that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. God is the infallible potter and we are the clay, shaped in his likeness. If He has taken the care to create such beauty within each snowflake, how much more has He poured into us?
Thank you, Abba. Thank you for the beauty and care that you have given to each part of your creation. You know each snowflake. You certainly know each of your children. Thank you for the simple reminders of your love.