February 12, 2014 by Jay Helms
One of the times in my life I have felt closest to God was in the little town of Wilmore, Kentucky when I walked a mile in the snow home to be with my wife. There was a remarkable stillness in the air. Somehow in the midst of that stillness I could actually feel the love of my Heavenly Father pressing in on me. I felt He was close, He was with me. It was personal, somehow, this fullness of His presence in the stillness that night. The Celts describe this as a “Thin Place,” when/where the divider between Heaven and Earth is so “thin” we sense that we are straddling the two worlds. Everything felt good in my life on that walk. I had always loved snow, but this took it to a much deeper place for me. I will always remember that God came and met me that night in the snow. When it snows like it is right now in the southeast, I often experience that Thin Place again.
In honor of that, here are some of my favorite snow pictures.