Snow on Seadrift’s Art Boat
Photo by Dieter Erhard

I have been waist deep in snow several times, driven through blizzards and experienced negative temperatures with a snowboard attached to my feet. I have sat in a log cabin next to a fire as snow fell against the massive windows that looked over snow capped mountains. I have chased leaves down clear blue rivers as the water slowly began to turn to ice. I have shaken the branches of a tree as it dusted my snow boots and have breathed in the crisp cold air as chipmunks tested a log nearby.

NONE of this compares to snow in Texas.

NONE of this compares to hope filled children praying for snow. NONE of this compares to parents waking their children up at midnight, wearing whatever they could find in their closets, to give their children the gift of snowflakes. NONE of this compares to newlyweds writing their initials in the snow for the first time. NONE of this compares to families embracing one another as snow collects on their Crocs. NONE of this compares to this snow day where a child awakened inside of us all. NONE of this compares to the absolute joy in the hearts of Texans on this snowy morning.

NONE of this compares to watching people who survived a historical hurricane as this event destroyed their homes, livelihood, lands and so much more – step outside and catch snowflakes on their tongues, laugh and build snowmen.

Texas is great and so is God who loves His people.

Snow in POC Dec. 8 – Christina Hall photo