We have snow.
No more than half an inch at my house, but the rare powder has graced us with a hint of what could be.
Schools are closed, grocery shelves are empty, and heavy coats have been dug from the back of the closet. There's a extra blanket for the daffodils, the hyacinths, the herb seeds that are near the end of their sleep and will soon be bravely sticking their heads up in the cool air.
Dear friends in Canada and Delaware and Michigan are shaking their heads at our excitement. After all, snow is a constant there for months. Most of the snow we see is gone within a day or so.
Its amazing how a little bit of frozen moisture can transform a world.
Praise the Lord. How good it is to sing praises to out God, how pleasant and fitting to praise him. Psalm 147.1