Since moving to Michigan in 1990, snow has been an absolute delight. In Southern California, snow was something you visited, not something that was dumped whole-hog into your back yard.
My wife will tell you that I don't like shoveling the stuff, but I will shovel if that's what comes with having free playdough available 24/7, and the slickest funfest imaginable just outside your basement doors. On a night like last, the moon eclipsed, the snow still bright with its reflection, the bare trees cast a shadow like you have never seen during spring or summer or fall.
Through this white powder the living lay their tracks--turkey, lots of turkey, and mouse and possum and weasel and chickadee. You may not actually see the animal, but you know it's been around.
God, whom to see in person is to die, leaves his tracks in the snow of our lives. If we would be careful to study and identify them, we would know he is there, even when it is hard to.
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Hi Ron,
I tried leaving this note through your feedback link on your web site but I keep getting an error page. So this is off topic.
I just read your article, "How to Rescue a Religious Hamster" in Plain Truth, and enjoyed it very much. It's true that we often try to wake people out of their legalism, and it simply doesn't work. Loved the humor in this that you point out along with the importance of prayer.
Rachel Ramer
http://www.ill-legalism.com
Thank you for that! I like m'snow just fine, thank you, and know that God knew what He was doing when He let me be born in snow-country. The other day I was amused by cat-tracks around my car, all the way around! And a recent bunch o' bird hoppings made me giggle. Never thought about GOD's snow tracks in MY life... hm, I like that...
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