There is something so pure and peaceful about falling snow. When I see this picture it brings back such sweet memories of my dad and I when I was a child. He would hold me high upon his shoulders as we watched the falling snow and I would feel the quiet and peace in the world around me. When it snows now I often take a walk up the lane into woods behind my home and feel that same peace and quiet. As I walk in the pure white snow everything is still, still as though the Lord as spoken into the air and said Peace, Be Still.
Mark 4:39 Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.