Snow breath

Sometimes it's so cold, it makes you catch your breath. 

I wonder if that has happened for many people having God moments in the snow.

I had one, waiting for people to arrive for the sunday morning meeting yesterday. (If anyone turned up).

 I had set up the projector and put the words of this song up:

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
forgive our foolish ways!
Re-clothe us in our rightful mind,
in purer lives thy service find,
in deeper reverence, praise;
in deeper reverence, praise.
  

Words: John Greenleaf Whittier, 1872

Music: Repton, Rest, Hermann, Hammersmith, Engedi 

I had the instrumental music playing in the background and I kept going to the door of the church to look out, not to see if anyone was coming, but to watch the gentle, peaceful drifting of snowflakes to the ground.

It was obviously too early on a sunday morning even for the children to be out playing on the estate, so the snow was untouched and there was a blanket of quiet covering the area.

It was a while before anyone turned up, which they did, braving the good few centimetres of snow to come to connect with God. 

I had a real sense of peace and rest during those moments. 

It really was a chance to breathe.