Large flakes spaced far apart drifted down from the heavenly night sky creating a sense of newness. The Old Year was passing away. The slate was being purified and created for a New Year. As hubby and I looked at our unusual desert wonderland, we were as excited as little kids. The heart that Jesus wants coming to Him. We joked with our neighbors out in this barren wilderness a little before midnight they engaged in a snowball fight.
Then a hush fell over our scene. A pristine blanket of white thickly layered over our lawn spoke of possibilities with God. His sense of humor. His heart to delight us. And we drank deeply of the intoxicating scene. As we closed the door on snow we hoped would still be there tomorrow, we closed the door on last year. Its trials, its joys. The splendor of its love. A love experienced deep within our souls. Continue reading
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