This morning, I saw you in a million diamonds beneath my feet.
You kissed tangles of last summer’s high weeds with silver and shone out over the morning’s perfect zero.
I forgot to lament the cold, and so you called me to this quiet trail, layered in weeks and weeks of snow, marked mostly by hare and deer and, now, my sliding feet.
You knew just how to win my heart, waiting around each corner, revealing more and more of your glory. You were overhead in luminous cameo-blue sky; you dazzled me with sunshine riches reflecting off pure, glittered white.
As I tilted my head skyward, you were there, an anointing of delicate shimmering flakes.
You filled me with joy; my heart sung with undeserved gladness and I praised your name. I no longer felt cold, my breath ceased to catch and gasp, and my blood coursed warm.
You have loved me with a purity and intensity these fields of white can only mimic, and, I…
I have worked hard to find so many things more interesting in this world than its Creator.
I have been more concerned with fitting in than living worthy.
And, I have spent most of my life ignoring your love letters, returning them unopened.
But not today.
Today, I set out to write a love letter to you, for Valentine’s Day. I wanted to show how true love for Christ not only transforms lives, but hearts. I had no idea how to spin my emotions into words that didn’t come off like a cheap drugstore greeting card.
But, you … You had better ideas.
You wrote a love letter to me, splashed it across skies and over land and sent it tumbling through glittered air. All I had to do was reach inside and lay it open for all to see.