As we drove through KS on our way back home today, the hills were covered with a light blanket of snow. It made the definition of hill crests and valleys so clear and beautiful. All the quilts were securely knotted in tufts of prairie grasses. Just lovely.
All of it was sugar for the eye like I've never tasted before.
Ps. 147:15-17 He sends out His command to the earth;
His Word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
He scatters the frost like ashes;
He casts out His hail like morsels;
Who can stand before His cold?
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