“Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow.” Psalm 51:7
I awoke at midnight from pain in my stomach and hips, being stricken with a large uterine fibroid and an acute illness of some kind. Having fallen asleep when the outside temperature was 37º with rain clouds, the soft silence drew me for a curious look. In the faint lamplights I could see all was lighter in color than usual. Arousing, I turned on the outside light to see pure white snow falling thickly, blanketing everything in its path.
We don’t typically get snow. Joyfully, I woke my eldest two children (the ones likely to fall back asleep) and showed them the glorious sight. Continue reading