It is snowing. What mind would ever conceive of snow? If in a vacuum you placed us all, would collectively we imagine snow? Science tells us each flake is different, a delicate sculpture, each unique. Who can understand such generosity, such creativity? “Have you entered the storehouses of the snow, And have you seen the storehouses of hail,” GOD. How many angels work on snow crystal drawings before passing them on to snow angels to create and then you store them for use, this morning to prompt a snow prayer. “God I am so grateful for You, Your splendor so colors my imagination and gives me joy. The simple act of watching it snow, Your snow, used this day to bring You praise and me a mind to marvel. A marvel is such a gift. To marvel is most of Christianity. The Archives of the Crystals for Snow. What a library that must be. Thank You!”
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