Snowing Grace

There are big, fat snow flakes falling as I type. I have a little musical snow man that turns around in circles to the tune of "Let It Snow." I wait until the first snowfall of the year to bring it out. And even though I drove several hours in snow yesterday I am not disappointed to let it play its song again today. It sounds like we will be getting moisture in some form all week. We desperately need it. Every summer we have many head of cattle on our land and without the moisture they won't be there long. Probably the thing that makes it bearable is that at this time of year is knowing the snow won't last long although one hopes for a slow melt so it soaks into the ground instead of running off.

I had a great weekend. The woman who rode with me and shared my hotel room Friday night - well - we have so much in common that it boggled our minds. There's not too many people here that I can say the word bunny hug to and be understood without explanation.

We discussed books we'd both read, music we both liked, and had many laughs as we shared our spiritual journeys with one another; how we had both needed to work through believing the God of our understanding would truly become everyone else's too, if they were sincerely seeking. We belly laughed at ourselves over that one. It's truly a work of Grace not have God is such a small box anymore.