It’s snowing here.
Everything outside is white and quiet and beautiful —
the kind of beauty that makes you want to stop and stare.
But the conditions are hazardous.
The roads are slick.
The kind of beauty you admire from the window,
not the kind you rush out into.
So we stay inside.
Warm.
Still.
Watching.
And it strikes me how often life looks like this.
How something can appear peaceful,
gentle,
even inviting —
while underneath, it isn’t safe to move yet.
Not everything beautiful is meant to be touched.
Not every open door is meant to be walked through.
Not every season that looks calm is ready for forward motion.
Sometimes wisdom looks like staying put.
Like waiting.
Like trusting that stillness isn’t wasted time.
The snow will melt when it’s time.
The roads will clear.
Movement will come.
But for now, there is grace in staying inside.
In paying attention.
In letting beauty exist without demanding more from it.
Tonight, I’m not rushing the thaw.
I’m letting this be what it is.
Beautiful.
Quiet.
And not yet safe.
“In repentance and rest is your salvation,
in quietness and trust is your strength.”
— Isaiah 30:15 (NIV)