Snow globe

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Crunching feet tromp through the well-worn path in footprints of many.
It's hard to walk here with all these frozen, melted and re-frozen markers of who was here before.

I step off the path into untouched drifts.
It feels a little like an adventure movie, to take a few steps away from where I was.
Snow flakes drift from a slate sky.
The sun tries to press through all the gray, but looks more like the shooter marble than the yellow happy sun I know.

Maybe the sun is breaking a new path today as well. No matter, just because the sun looks different today does not change her purpose.
She is constant. She is warmth. She is light.

Sometimes the world I know feels shaken like a snow globe in the hands of a six-year-old child, with wind and life swirling around at a maddening pace.

Other times, it's still, like the globe that's been forgotten on the shelf.

Someday, I'd like to do more than wander in snowdrifts in search of adventure. I'd like to leap from the ground, fly through the brittle clouds and break through the glass ceiling of my own snow globe.

Then, I could sit with the sun and see how things look from her point of view.
What an adventure that would be.

T.L. Eastman 2010'

Micah 6:8 (New International Version)

8 He has showed you, O man, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.