Wilson Bentley, Snowflakes, and Me
How many snow storms raged through the ages and how many snowflakes within them fell? They say every snowflake is unique, a result of the droplets freezing in unending combination of patterns.
I watched a documentary about the man named Wilson Bentley who spent his life photographing individual snowflakes under a microscope. He was born in 1865 and captured his first snowflake in 1885. Before his death in 1931, he accumulated 5,000 images of the delicate frozen structures.
God filled the winter sky with countless snowflakes which melt in an instant, and yet he bothered to make each one a messenger of beauty. Despite that a majority of their tiny forms would go unnoticed and it is impossible to appreciate each one that falls from the sky, the Lord still took the time to form them in rare patterns.
My 28th birthday is tomorrow. As it approaches, I ponder the knowledge that God delights in creating each person unlike any other. I am one of billions that have lived on this earth, and surely not the last.
Wilson Bentley captured the beauty of 5,000 out of countless numbers of snowflakes that have fallen since the beginning of time. The human urge is to have significance, to be one of the few lives remembered throughout time after I am gone, melted into history, but what if I am one of the ones that fall unnoticed? Am I any less significant if I, the only Laelia in spirit, mind, and body, with my gifts and features, created by God to reflect himself, live my life remembered by no one but Him?
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