The whiteness swirled around my car, leaving the edges of the road undefined in a blurry mess of snowdrifts.

Tires fought to find traction on the slippery surface as my little car struggled through the deep, heavy snow.

I don’t mind winter driving. But when visibility and the roads are bad, then I’m no longer enjoying it. This November snowstorm was the worst I can remember ever driving in.

I somehow made it home, praying earnestly for God’s protection and guidance the whole way. And the next morning… what a beautiful scene.

The drab, brown earth was hidden. The mud was covered by a new layer of white snow.

The trees, which after being stripped of their autumnal glory had been left tired and bare, were transformed into majestic beauty.

Everything ugly had disappeared.

All that I saw in its place was breathtaking.

New.

Perfectly beautiful…

A result of the storm.