Snowflakes. A letter to my little one - January 4th.

Dear child, have you ever thought that when snowflakes fall it's like a celebration of everything that is unique. All those snowflakes, every single one, are different. And when I watch those snowflakes tumbling down out of the sky I think about you in your beautiful uniqueness. There is no other like you. There never has been and there never will be. You are perfectly you - unmatched by anyone else. So know this, my dear one, I never want you to compare to others, wishing you were them. I never want you to find fault with who you are because it's your uniqueness that makes you beautiful.

Imagine looking through a microscope and seeing one snowflake after another and they all looked the same. I would allow you to say that word we never use: BORING. Yes, that would be boring, monotonous, uninteresting. What if God looked down at us and saw one child after another and they were all trying to be the same. How dull. He loves your differences. He loves it when you delight in being utterly you! And I delight in you, your smile, they way your hair lies at the nap of  your neck, the way your eyes look when you are happy, I delight in the very you-ness of you.

Be still, child, and know that God is God. Know that you are loved so very, very much just for being you. And like the snowflakes tumble out of the sky in their beautiful uniqueness, let your life spill over into all that you are.

I love you, and so does God.


I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

    your works are wonderful,   I know that full well.


Psalm 139:14

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