What makes you happy?
Snow. Snow makes me happy.
Why does snow make you happy?
Because it's pure. It's pure and silent and beautiful. And it's soft. It's gentle. It doesn't give up, and it's fun loving...And, it doesn't care if everyone hates it, it still does what it was created to do.
What was it created to do?
Be beautiful. To teach us to slow down, to appreciate good, and even to help us let loose and have a little fun. And, to teach us patience when it covers our cars.
And how is this good?
Can you imagine what would happen if people were like snow?
Can you imagine what would happen if people were like snow?
What would happen?
Well, first of all, everyone would be different. People wouldn't try to be like everyone else. They would realize that they are created pure, different, and unique, and beautiful. Yet, they would stick together with everyone. They would help each other build a fortress. No favorites, no judging, they would just go where the maker blew them, not a care in the world, but simply trust. And when they were pushed around, trampled, peed on, and hated by everyone' words, they wouldn't give up. They would keep doing what they were made to do. There is a problem, though, too.
Well, first of all, everyone would be different. People wouldn't try to be like everyone else. They would realize that they are created pure, different, and unique, and beautiful. Yet, they would stick together with everyone. They would help each other build a fortress. No favorites, no judging, they would just go where the maker blew them, not a care in the world, but simply trust. And when they were pushed around, trampled, peed on, and hated by everyone' words, they wouldn't give up. They would keep doing what they were made to do. There is a problem, though, too.
What is that?
Once they are dirty, snow on the ground stays dirty. But, it doesn't have to stay dirty forever, you know.
Once they are dirty, snow on the ground stays dirty. But, it doesn't have to stay dirty forever, you know.
What do you mean?
Snow becomes beautiful again, and like snow, people can be made beautiful again, too. But they don't realize it, and they have to let go first. See, people are trampled. People are abused, hated, pushed around, stepped down, and people talk bad about other people. People get dirty. They get broken. Just like snow...but so many people get pushed down, and they never get back up, because of fear. But, like snow, people can be cleansed and be made pure and white and beautiful again.
Snow becomes beautiful again, and like snow, people can be made beautiful again, too. But they don't realize it, and they have to let go first. See, people are trampled. People are abused, hated, pushed around, stepped down, and people talk bad about other people. People get dirty. They get broken. Just like snow...but so many people get pushed down, and they never get back up, because of fear. But, like snow, people can be cleansed and be made pure and white and beautiful again.
Explain?
Pretend I am a snowflake. I am created in the clouds and start to float down to this earth, enjoying the view of all the lights and cars from above. I slowly, gently, fall down, down. For a moment, I decide that I want to go to Hawaii, but, my maker advises against it and recommends I go to Wisconsin. Even though I don't understand why I can't go to Hawaii, I trust His wisdom, and I obey. I let myself be blown by the wind across the states down to Wisconsin. As I reach my destination, I hear voices, and feel fear. I realize that people hate me. I want to go back, to simply be rain and fall over Hawaii, or even to wait for a better time to go to Wisconsin, but I have a purpose. My maker whispers that everything will be okay, to just trust him, and so I continue to fall. I land in a yard, and almost immediately, A child comes running through the snow and steps on me. But, he is happy. The child is happy. Does he realize how much it hurts to be stepped on?
Pretend I am a snowflake. I am created in the clouds and start to float down to this earth, enjoying the view of all the lights and cars from above. I slowly, gently, fall down, down. For a moment, I decide that I want to go to Hawaii, but, my maker advises against it and recommends I go to Wisconsin. Even though I don't understand why I can't go to Hawaii, I trust His wisdom, and I obey. I let myself be blown by the wind across the states down to Wisconsin. As I reach my destination, I hear voices, and feel fear. I realize that people hate me. I want to go back, to simply be rain and fall over Hawaii, or even to wait for a better time to go to Wisconsin, but I have a purpose. My maker whispers that everything will be okay, to just trust him, and so I continue to fall. I land in a yard, and almost immediately, A child comes running through the snow and steps on me. But, he is happy. The child is happy. Does he realize how much it hurts to be stepped on?
...Probably not. Continue?
The next moment, the child scoops up his footprint and packs me together with a billion other snowflakes and throws me. I hit a window. I am bruised, but I fall back to the ground to rest for a short time. But the pain isn't over...
Uh oh...
A dog pees on me. A stupid, ugly, little fuzzy dog wearing a jacket. My maker reminds me that he created dogs, too, but I can't help but resent the fact that I am now yellow.
....I am choking back laughter.
Glad I am making my point!
So how do you become beautiful again? You are now stepped on, thrown around, talked bad about, and yellow...
...He calls me back. My maker calls me back, and even though the journey is long, and slow, and hard; I have to stay dirty for a time, to fight to keep trusting, it is slowly getting warm around me. I try to fight, because even being yellow is better than not existing. But he calls me and I run to him. It is painful, melting, and becoming nothing to fly back to the clouds. But it is there that I am cleaned, and even though it is not time to be rain; not yet time to be loved and wanted for to make crops grow, I become a snowflake again. I will be hated and become dirty again, but for a time, as I float from the clouds to my destination, I am beautiful, I am whole. I am pure.
That is beautiful, and I haven't really ever thought of it like that before. But, how are people anything like snow?
People are created unique, like a snowflake. They are born, they are loved, and they are called to a purpose. So many people fight it - they go to Hawaii when they're called to Wisconsin, and they think they live the good life, but, they don't realize that they are slowly dying. Some people, like snowflakes, go where they are called. They decide to follow the master, but they are hated. People talk bad about them, they try to make them stop and go away. They don't want people to realize their worth, because they feel guilty. I bet those Hawaiian snowflakes-turned-raindrops wish they could be beautiful -- but really, they don't. Because they don't know any different. But anyway...These snowflakes who go where they're called, they're made fun of. They're pushed around, they're stepped on. But they don't give up. They are beaten and bruised, and sometimes, they make a bad choice and get hit by a car, (which could be any bad choice that results in pain)...and in the end, people are broken, and dirty. The master calls them back....but they are afraid. They don't want to go through pain, they don't want to melt, so they choose to stay yellow, and stay frozen. They don't realize that it is only with full surrender and obedience that their dirty, brokenness can become beautiful again.
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