Some folks have a tendency to believe a bad day fishing is better than a good
day at work. Then along comes a day like today. The two inch snow that was
predicted had turned in to a six incher, and more in some of the drifts. And at
three AM, it made for a pretty interesting trip to work. A half-hour later, I
had the windshield cleared and backed up to the door to load. By five, the bread
was loaded and ready to roll.
Everything went pretty well, considering the parking lots were far from being
cleared. Everything that was taken in was either packed or dragged. Around seven
o'clock, it started getting light. I was headed down a two-lane highway, going
to the "country" part of the route, and just starting to see the beauty of the
first snowfall. Just a few more stops, then I'd turn and head North, to the top
end of the route.
Just a few miles out of town, the countryside starts changing. The rolling hills
and valleys are considered to be the foot- hills of the Ozarks. With the
snowfall fresh on the landscape, it was a quite a sight. The hilltops were
capped with snow, and the valleys were blanked with a deep white layer, drifting
sometimes even deeper. The trees were laden with snow, their limbs drooping
under the weight. As I topped the highpoint, I stopped the truck just to look
out over the landscape. The winter scene spread out before me like a giant
painting. With the white trees, and everything covered, and the gray sky back-
ground, it gave everything a quiet and peaceful setting.
I was surprised to see a beam of sunshine break through the clouds, and shine in
to the crystals of ice and snow. The light broke into thousands of tiny rainbows
from the natural prisms. A small stream wound it's way down and around the
hills, it's crystal water bubbling over the stones and gravel, and ran by close
to the road. Just down and off to the right, a deer had stopped for a drink from
the stream, and was staring, unafraid. The whole scene was like a moment
suspended in time, not moving, just there to be appreciated, savored.
At that particular moment, it was easy to feel very small, almost insignificant.
And I realized that all of this, no matter how large or small, is Gods creation.
And that nothing he created is insignificant or unimportant to him. Everything
has its space and reason for being, a purpose. Everything. A snowflake, an ice
crystal, a rainbow that dances like the laughter of a child.
Everything. . .
Written By: Bob Shaw
Caperabbit@Prodigy.net
About the Author: Bob and wife Ronni live in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, and Bob
runs a Bread sales route for Lewis Bakeries, Bunny Bread.
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