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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: The Reason for the Season of Christmas (12/04/08)

TITLE: One Little Snowflake
By Lynda Schultz


Once upon a time, long ago and far away there was a little snowflake. She was one of many waiting her turn to announce the coming of yet another winter season. The delicate embroidery of each flake had been lovingly crafted by the Master Snow Maker. Still, the little snowflake felt lost and forgotten in the presence of the bigger and more complex designs.

As her time approached, the little snowflake grew more and more worried. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, for she was afraid of what might await her out in the outer limits of the heavens.

The little snowflake made one last appeal to the Master Snow Maker. Perhaps he would have compassion on her and let her wait until she too, was bigger and better.

However, he shook his head, and with a wise smile, eased her out the celestial windows along with a multitude of others whose time has also come.

“You may not become the cusp of the biggest snowball, or the cornerstone of the strongest snow fort. You might not be the first to signal the coming of winter, or freeze into perpetuity in the still waters of a waiting stream. But, you’ll be exactly what you were meant to be just as you are. You will do what you were designed to do-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o …” and his voice drifted away as she fell further and further into the dark night.

For a time she lost sight of the rest of her companions as she drifted down through puffy clouds. She was teased by gentle breezes and tossed by some that were not so gentle. Now, more than ever, the little snowflake felt small and oh so alone.

As she drifted through the blackness, she tried to remember all that the Master Snow Maker had said. “You are unique. You know that I never make even one snowflake like any other. Only you can be you.”

“But I am only one among so many,” she argued.

“You are still the only one that is YOU,” he patiently insisted.

The little snowflake felt her progress slow. The breezes had faded. The night was still and silent. The air was cold. She could see more clearly now. The clouds had drifted away leaving the skies intense with glittering stars. One in particular drew her attention. It shone more brightly than the rest, bathing the landscape in a warm glow that penetrated the cold and dark.

“I’ll head for that star,” she said to no one in particular. She picked her currents of air carefully and soon found herself under the pale light of the bright star. Below her, the little snowflake could see the outline of hills against the dark sky. Nestled among them was a village. Pale lights flickered from the rough dwellings, occasionally disappearing as their inhabitants went off to bed. Against one hill, on the edge of town, a shed rested, its tired beams sheltering the entrance to a hollow carved out of the hillside. The star on whose mantle she rode seemed to point the way to that unlikely spot.

Closer and closer the little snowflake came. In the light of the star, she saw that there were four-footed beasts huddled beside the humble shelter below her. Some of her quicker companions melted themselves into curly wool and rough hide. Others slipped through the gaps in the roughly hewn slats in the roof and came to rest on the woolen cloaks, weathered cheeks, and calloused hands of the sheep keepers seeking shelter inside the shed.

The little snowflake braced herself. Her end was coming. She wondered how it could possibly fulfill all that the Master Snow Maker had promised. She landed gently on soft and pure flesh; the tip of the tiny nose of a Child nestled deep in the straw of the feed box. He made no sound, no move to brush her away. She, so small and insignificant, would go unnoticed right to the end. Or, would she?

As the little snowflake melted into Him, she felt the warmth of His smile and sensed that, somehow, He had been waiting for her arrival. In a flash as bright as that of the star she had followed, the little snowflake knew in her deepest being that in finding Him, she had found everything and had discovered not her end, but her beginning.

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Connie Dixon12/12/08
I love the POV in this story from the perspective a .....snowflake? How creative and fresh. Great story.
Joanne Sher 12/12/08
lovely and creative. Such rich, beautiful descriptions!
Karlene Jacobsen12/12/08
“You may not become the cusp of the biggest snowball, or the cornerstone of the strongest snow fort. You might not be the first to signal the coming of winter, or freeze into perpetuity in the still waters of a waiting stream. But, you’ll be exactly what you were meant to be just as you are. You will do what you were designed to do-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o …”
This was my favorite part of the whole story. It is packed with a powerful message we can all benefit from.
THe rest of the story is incredibly good too.
Gregory Kane12/13/08
Wonderful creativity with a message and tone that would enthrall adult and child alike.
While it is true that Bethlehem does occasionally experience snow in Dec/Jan, the Great Census that brought Mary and Joseph from Galilee took place in May to September and it's highly unlikely that Jesus really was born on 25 Dec.
Peter Stone12/17/08
Fascinating and creative point of view on the birth of Jesus.
Sharlyn Guthrie12/18/08
This is just lovely, Lynda! I can just picture the illustrations for the childrens' book. I can also tell you're missing the snow. :) Congratulations!
Angela M. Baker-Bridge12/18/08
Congratulations on your EC. What a lovely unique story. I agree that Jesus wasn't born in winter, but since snowflakes don't tell stories, other liberties are also acceptable in creative fiction. So refreshing.
Karlene Jacobsen12/18/08
Lynda, congratulations on placing. Your story spoke volumes to my heart this week. I'm glad it did so well.
Janice Fitzpatrick12/18/08
Oh this is lovely! I love children's stories and this could entertain and inspire both children and adults. I love your beautiful descriptions and how you brought an unlikely character, a snowflake, to life and gavce it such depth. What a great piece! Thank you for allowing the Lord to write through you hon. Amazing! Please seriously consider elaborating on this and eventually make this into a children's story for eitehr a magiazine or a children's book. It would do well I relaly believe!!!God bless and Merry Christmas, from a "flake",:0)hehe-grin-Janice
Leah Nichols 12/19/08
Beautifully done. That's all I can say. Excellent work!
Charla Diehl 01/08/09
Lynda, this spoke to me quietly and yet profoundly this morning as I was questioning my worth today. This is a beautiful piece of writing--it's creative, descriptive, and packed with a big message. Thank you and congrats on your deserved win.
Melody Louise Clark Calkins03/20/09
Thank you for helping us "Little Snowflakes" to see we all have a place in this Life.
I have soo much to learn...'I think I can... I thought I could... I knew I would...Phil 4:13
God Bless You and your Family