Who would have thought it here in Texas. Got up early and watched the flakes drift to the ground like hugh feathers, soft and white and quiet. Reminded me of the snows back home in the Panhandle where snow, even at Easter, was not uncommon. Most of us expect, and want I suppose, a clear sky and beautiful sunrise for Easter. But for me the snow was the most appropriate weather conditions for the celebration of the death, burial, and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ. Why? Because of Easter, He has given us a hope and assurance of salvation, cleansing us from all unrighteousness and making us “whiter than snow.”

His peace be on you.