Finding Grace in a Snow Storm
I walked, one recent morning, with fresh-fallen snow squeaking beneath my boots. Thin lengths of snow lay along branches and stretched the span of power lines, gracing even them with…
I walked, one recent morning, with fresh-fallen snow squeaking beneath my boots. Thin lengths of snow lay along branches and stretched the span of power lines, gracing even them with…
Snow settles soft on the earth, fresh grace falling calling me to come to rest to fall, myself, into its welcome and then to fall again, now part of its…