This morning, it snowed. Not enough to settle, just a gentle flurry — but enough to make me smile. Snow always feels special, maybe because we don’t see it very often here. It reminds me of childhood winters, of visiting my grandparents in the north and waking up to a world transformed overnight.
There’s something about snow that feels like a gift. It falls silently, covering everything in a layer of white and muffling all sounds, as if nature itself is encouraging stillness. And yet it also encourages childlike joy with snowmen, snowball fights, and snow angels. “For to the snow he says, ‘Fall on the earth,’ likewise to the downpour, his mighty downpour” (Job 37:6). It’s a reminder that even the smallest moments in nature are part of God’s design, a gentle whisper of His presence.
Today wasn’t filled with grand events, but it was rich with ordinary joys. I met wonderful new people and felt the warmth of human connection. Those encounters, however simple, felt like blessings. “Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it” (Hebrews 13:2). I wonder how often God’s grace reaches us through others, in the kindness of a conversation or the shared laughter of a first meeting.
It’s easy to overlook days like this, to think that gratitude is only for the big things. But maybe part of living with a thankful heart is noticing the divine fingerprints on the small, quiet moments too. The snow that made me smile. The strangers who felt like friends. The reminder that God’s love is woven through even the most ordinary of days.
“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalm 118:24).
Today, I’m grateful for the little things, and for the gentle nudge to notice God in all of them.
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