I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my school looking up at me with disdain, as I watch the millions of snowflakes fall one by one onto the frozen ground. There is something so enchanting about how the snow falls, and whenever I see it I stop and try to watch each one find its place. They seem to be searching for it as they drift and finally they see it and float down with white gracefulness to land on the exact spot.
     I wonder, how many people stop to contemplate the little things in their life. Like the snow.
     Snow, or rather snowflakes have always held a special meaning for me, and I’ll tell you why. It was on another day that started the same, with the school and disdain…I sat in the same place with the same face, watching the snow. It was more than several years ago…
     My mom looked over and smiled at my wonder of the tiny objects falling to the ground. “Did you know that it is a proven fact, that no two snowflakes are alike?”
     “Really?” I asked in amazement. “But there are so many!”
     She nodded with another smile. “Yes. So many.”
     I watched the snowflakes again, this time with a new kind of awe. The patterns were always different? Not one little thing on them the same? I just couldn’t believe it. God must have been pretty patient when he made them, and pretty creative to make so many with no repeats. They are not only different from each other, but every single one made is wonderful and perfect.
     I looked down at the history book on the table and I thought of just how long snowflakes had been around. Since the beginning of time. Do you know how many times it has snowed since the world began? Can you even picture how many individual snowflakes have been? How can each one have its own place, and be its unique self when there have been that many trillions of snowflakes in the past? And the most amazing thing is that it keeps on snowing…
     And then my mind went swirling because I thought of when there is a snow three feet deep. Do you ever think about how many snowflakes there are in a three-foot deep snow? And each and every one of them unique!
     I think part of the reason that it’s so easy for us to miss the magnificence of each individual snowflake because it blends in with all the others and makes “snowflakes”. I think that that is one of the reasons we don’t really think about the fact that no two snowflakes are alike. We tend to bunch them all together and pluralize. We really never think of any one-snowflake separate from the other that surround it.
     Then my mind suddenly took a new turn and a thought dawned on me, a thought I had never pondered before. Snowflakes. But wait…people. No two people are the same. Not even our fingerprints are copied! Each of us is unique and magnificent in our own way. And each of us has our own special place in Heaven that no one else can fill.
     We too tend to be thought of in a whole and so are blended in with others to make “People”, not really looked on as one individual. I think it’s an important fact to remember that we each are called to do something that no one else can fulfill, that we were created for something unique and our own. God was patient when he designed us too. Patient. Precise. He made no mistakes. And how many people are on the earth? There are trillions of people in the world today, and that’s not even counting everyone that has come before us. And praise God they are continuing to be created. It is really an amazing thought when you take the time to think about it. Snowflakes and people…
     I don’t know about you, but I have definitely found that every single person at one point of their life or another feels that they aren’t good enough, that they’re missing something, that they’re somehow not smart enough, not pretty enough, not popular enough, not successful, not who they want to be, not what everyone else is wanting of them. They feel a deep pang of rejection. And the only thing that can help us when we get into any of those places is to turn to our Father who has no want of changing us.
     For me now I think I fully can grasp just how preciously and individually God loves us, because after all He was the one who made us precisely the way are and for a reason greater than our minds can grasp. And now, when it gets tough to be truly myself, it’s nice to know that I can always have a reminder…in the magnificence of a single drifting snowflake.