Lost in February

Every window shows white.  I live a snow globe, safe inside the house, but with whirling flakes and white tipped pines blocking the wind.

I glance deer legs going past the windows by may desk--on their way to feeder in the back yard. Some of the does are really getting big!

As night falls the snow is blue-- the quiet is white.

School continues.
Tucker is singing better.

I don't know how he stands all the abuse from the frozen chosen.

He is just the best pastor.

Church was peaceful, and really well done on min Geselle's part.    This was a much better Sunday than last week.   This part of his job, handling all the unhappy people.  The atmosphere is just so changed if the antagonists  are out of town. 

You can really feel the Holy Spirit.