Boots Squeaking on Snow

100_0731When it’s many degrees below zero, boots squeak on snow. Breath hangs in the air like little clouds. Noses turn red, frost clings to lashes. A windless frozen day, tree branches stiff and dangerous as swords.

Feet tramp down the crispy trail, toes stinging with chill. Alone in the cold. This sensation links us to nature, makes us feel our fragility. If no warm fire awaited at the end of the trail, our blood would turn to ice; we’d perish. Most days we don’t feel our humanity; we don’t realize how dependent we are on something as basic as fire.

Frozen Shoreline

Frozen Shoreline

Cold draws out our primitive nature. It bites and stings. But it also invigorates. A brisk walk on an icy day can be just what the doctor ordered. As a child, our son Carson had croup many times. In the middle of the night we’d awake to the sound of his gasps for air. We’d bundle him into a snow suit and carry him outside. While the rest of the street slept, we took turns pacing; back and forth; our steps squeaked on the front porch.  With each step Carson’s breathing eased.

He beautifies the earth with a fresh blanket of snow.

He beautifies the earth with a fresh blanket of snow.

I find prayer comes easy when accompanied by the sound of my boots squeaking on snow-covered ground. The cold snaps me back to reality; makes me thankful for simple things like warmth. A winter walk can be just what’s needed when worry overwhelms us. The squeak of our boots draw us closer to God.

For He says to the snow, fall on the earth . . . Job 37:6

Have you entered into the treasures of the snow? Job 38:22

Rose McCormick Brandon’s books, including Promises of Home – Stories of Canada’s British Home Children and  One Good Word Makes all the Difference, are available here.


About rosemccormickbrandon

An award winning personal experience writer, Rose McCormick Brandon is a frequent contributor to faith magazines, devotionals and compilations, including Chicken Soup for the Soul. Rose is the author of Promises of Home: Stories of Canada's British Home Children (2014). One Good Word Makes all the Difference (2013), He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me (2012) and Vanished: What Happened to My Son. She's a frequent contributor to The Testimony, Today's Pentecostal Evangel and other faith magazines in Canada, U.S. and Australia. Rose also writes about Canadian history, specifically the era of Child Immigration from Britain. Read her stories of child immigrants at:
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2 Responses to Boots Squeaking on Snow

  1. Rose Johnson says:

    Thank you Rose for this serene reflective moment. I appreciate your words.

  2. ghostinthelivingroom says:

    Gob bless you and your son Carson. Thank you for those inspirational words.

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