Seriously. Already with the snow? The wind? The frigid single digit weather? Did you have to be such a wimp? While we were still mourning the summer that never came, you conceded defeat and let winter have its way. A mere 9 days after you arrived. Nine. Days.
Rude. Thoughtless. Inconsiderate.
But then you show me this:
And Lo, even this:
And I crack a smile. A little one. Poor sweet scarecrow is now a snowcrow?
So, all is not lost. We pull out the sweaters, slippers and cocoa. And prepare for winter to reveal God’s Glory anew.
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:1