If you live in Alabama or anywhere in the Deep South, for that matter, you know that it is very unusual to have any snow. We had a very light “dusting” last night — contrary to my doubting comments. It was so pretty “coming down” when I was up early getting Prince Charming off to work.
I went out and took some photos early and then Ridley and I went out. Needless to say, my Little Man did not like the cold, wet snow! He tasted it a couple of times, but then the fun was over. Ha!
My mind can’t even begin to fathom something whiter than snow. It seems like such a contradiction that being washed in blood red will make something purer than white snow. It’s something that I don’t “understand,” but something that I have faith to believe.
Today, I’m thankful for the snow and for the blood of Jesus that gives life fulfillment in the greatest (purest) way imaginable.