Snow is so beautiful and a wonderful gift of God. A soft blanket that muffles the sound of planes flying over and cars on the street. Yup. Beautiful. Then there's shoveling. Moving piles of flakes and flinging them onto more piled flakes. Heavy flakes, might I add.
It has snowed every week since Christmas. (Sigh) I suppose if I skied, and actually had time to going skiing, I might be a little more enthusiastic about the abundant white covering but alas, I am no snow bunny on a ski lift. The only lift I see in the snow is the thing I do with the shovel.
I am thankful for the snow, even though it may sound like I'm not. I sometimes think, God created snow as a way for Him to keep us in our homes, for a minute, with our family or just relaxing till it passes and perhaps spending a little extra time with Him, too.
