My friend popped into my office late Tuesday afternoon and whispered quietly “the snow has started.” She knows I’m a LOVER of snow! I bolted from my office chair into the waiting room hugged the big picture window as big puffy flakes fell from the glorious sky.

I couldn’t even finish my trauma paper I was writing for my class, I closed my planner, waved goodbye to our amazing front desk team and smiled ear to ear as I started my truck.

I just knew in my heart that beauty awaited me at Teaberry acres. As I drove down the highway then turned onto the main road the trees just got more beautiful with every dropping flake. Then I turned onto the creek road with the cemetery and little pub. It was if God’s painting continued to profess even more beautifully with each passing stroke.

I held my breath as I turned at the stop sign and put my blinker on to turn into Teaberry acres and up my long driveway.

I exhaled and said “It’s more beautiful than I dreamed.”

There she was, my tiny house, nestled amongst the pines that looked as if they’d just been dipped by God in a big bucket of pure white snow.

It is always after the 1st snowfall of the season that I recall Psalm 51:7

So I’m not a hater of snow, quite the opposite. Snow reminds me to be still. Snow reminds me of beauty. It reminds me that my sins have been washed whiter than the snow that sits outside my bay window, and well that’s pretty white.

So as I sat in my bay window reclining with the outside light on and all others off, I whispered to Maggie “it sure is beautiful isn’t it?”