Didn't we just say goodbye to the last of that huge mound of snow only a few months ago? It sure seems like it. And it seems like it was only yesterday I was driving around with Miss Belle in our tank tops with the windows down looking for the next garage sale.But ready or not, here we are again. I often wonder why we get so excited about the first snow fall that bids in another long winter. The kids ran to the windows in anticipation of getting their hands and feet in it.
Personally, the changing of the seasons is very comforting to me.
The first snow fall always reminds me of God's faithfulness.
How He sent His son to cover my sin and make me white as snow.
How though the winter is long and dark, he comforts me through it,
even showing me beauty in it.
And looking forward again to the feeling of freedom that Spring will bring.
That has never failed.
He never will either.
