In some worlds...in our world, it isn't 'if it snows' but 'when'.
Sometimes it is long lasting, and you sink to your hips in the powdery piles.
Other days bring only enough to tip over your boot top. Just enough to got your feet wet.
Some years, the snow disappears early and we congratulate each other, grinning on the porch with bare legs and white feet.
Other winters linger long...long...And there are times when you forget what warm wind feels like.
Yet there is a promise...and it is the longest and most bitter winters that have us holding on to it tight.
For Jesus says, My child, be still. Spring is coming.
And it will always come.
All now mysterious shall be bright at last. This truth...yes. Yes.
Spring is coming.