Snow At Night

What a glorious, perfect night it was tonight!

I went out to shovel the snow off our driveway, steps and sidewalks. Wrapped in snow boots, snow pants, and all the other winter accoutrements, I didn't feel the slightest bit cold. There was no breeze at all. The lightest of snowflakes were steadily falling. The village was quiet on a Sunday evening. I was disappointed when I found myself with nothing else to shovel.

I walked across to the empty lot on the other side of the street, and flopped down on my back. The snowflakes showered my face and I found myself saying aloud, "This is like heaven!" Somehow all the snowflakes seemed to be singing Gloria. It reminded me of Robert Frost and Robert Browning, all at the same time.

"Whose woods these are, I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow."

and

"God's in His Heaven -
All's right with the world!"

At moments like that I want nothing more than to please my God in every way.