Yesterday was our last chance for snow before Christmas. Unfortunately, we received only a skiff. Somehow, for me, it just doesn't seem like Christmas without a snow storm. I love snow. I love to watch it softly fall. I love snowflakes and the fact that each is unique. I love to make fresh tracks on a run or ski slope. I love the way the snow crystals sparkle and shine; snow is white and clean and pure.
I am so grateful for the Lord's promise-
His priceless gift:
Come now, and let us reason together,
saith the Lord:
though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they be red like crimson,
they shall be as wool.
Isaiah 1:18
Is the pick from the cc? I remember our run last year in fresh snow - making tracks-magical.
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