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An excerpt from my new post at Heart of the Matter, Searching for Snow Globes

As a child I was enamored by snow globes. Whether cheap plastic toys with a blue background or glass orbs over intricate designs, I gazed wistfully into the magical miniature world full of wonder. When the blizzard stopped and the snow slowly fell to the bottom, I waited for every last flake to fall before I shook it again.

Photo by Keshigomu

On our honeymoon almost 15 years ago, my husband bought me a beautiful snow globe. An angel wearing a scarlet velvety gown sheltered baby Jesus. The wind-up music box underneath played Jesus Loves Me.

It was an extravagant gift at the time, and not like my practical, simple self to like a gilded knick-knack. Yet this token reminded me of the wonder of childhood on the threshold of married life.

It is, also, unlike me to cry if something breaks, but when the glass dashed into pieces a few years ago, I wept.

Please continue reading by using this link: Searching for Snow Globes.

Originally published on 12-12-2007