Monday, January 10
The worship service had just finished and people roamed the halls, talking, hugging, laughing. A child ran past me, bright-eyed and shouted, "It's snowing!!" I looked through the large glass doors and it was. The flakes were small, but there were thousands, hundreds of thousands, floating through the air, settling onto the sidewalk, the bushes, the cars like glitter. All afternoon they continued their descent; a peace settled over our little town with every flake.