From whose womb has come the ice?
And the frost of heaven, who has given it birth?
Sunday morning I woke up to a beautiful
world outside my bedroom window.
I had an half of an hour, before church that
I used capturing glimpses of His beauteous work.
God is a much better decorator then any of us!
Have you entered the storehouses of the snow
or seen the storehouses of the hail . . . .
He even does bows more naturally then we do!
Sing joyfully to the LORD, you righteous;
it is fitting for the upright to praise him.
I am enjoying the gorgeous winter that the Lord has given us!