Grass of the field

Winter is usually long, drab, and cold here on the 'tundra', this year especially as we are still feet deep in snow and the temperature continues to think it is February.  But so too can life be tedious, drear, and colorless, at least if we do not have a reason to live, a purpose, a story, an adventure of our own.  I was reminded of this today, when the whole world was radically changed by the simple phenomenon of fog, freezing temperatures, and the joyous light of a new risen sun.  It is a thing called hoar frost, small frosty crystals that grow on every available surface from large branches to the smallest thorns and twigs, coating the world in diamond dust that sparkles in thegolden radiance of morning.  It is a reason to like winter and reminds me that what to me is ordinary, drab, and drear, God can suddenly transform into something breathtaking.  'If He so clothes the grass of the field,' what could He do with a human heart and life?  Feeling a little drab lately?  There is hope!