Red and Yellow, Black and White

Enormous white flakes are cascading down outside. It's the first snow of the year and it's beautiful. Our metal roof is still rejecting the notion and every so often it sends big lumps sliding down to plump wetly on the ground. At the moment, that is the only sound. The rest of the house is quiet as my family is still cozy in bed. Even the dog and cat, both lolling on the floor nearby, are still.
I have a good cup of coffee and a delicious Krispy Kreme cake donut to go with it.

I'm sure that later, with the task of cleaning out the garage no longer avoidable, I will hate the cold and wet, but for the moment, all seems right with the world.

Except that it's not.

Does every mother feel this same sense of contentment because her family is safe and well? Are all fathers looking forward to weekend projects after a week at a job that allows him to provide for his loved ones? Are the young ones all planning a day of romping in the snow with friends or getting lost in a book?

No.
No.
No.

The words of the Sunday School song come to mind: "Red and Yellow, Black and White, they are precious in His sight..."

How I long for a day when not only the current refugee/terrorist crisis is over, but all of the war, poverty, plague and injustice that this broken world contains are a distant memory. A day when the sin, lies and brokenness of Satan's regime are washed white as the snow outside.

Even so come, Lord Jesus.