Winter is not a season, it's an occupation. ~Sinclair Lewis
Yesterday we drove around and looked at the damage the snow caused. The snow came overnight. Thick, wet, heavy. By morning we had a foot and a half. During the night I prayed that we would be protected and safe during the blizzard. And as you can see, the last two pictures clearly show the sign of the cross. My prayer was answered. Signed, sealed, and delivered.
“He spreads snow like a white fleece, he scatters frost like ashes, He broadcasts hail like birdseed— who can survive his winter? Then he gives the command and it all melts; he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring!”