Here’s how we look in Minnesota when we venture outdoors on a snowy, cold day:
If it were below zero, that would be way too much exposed skin. Cocooned like that, all you hear while you are walking is the sound of your own heavy breathing. The rest of the world is muffled and curtained; you can make up your own narrative as you go along, unfettered by the regular noises and distractions of the world. It is a wintry dream that holds you captive and sets a snowy filter over your eyes. It is a time to ponder the God who releases all of this from His vault and sends it with glorious extravagance. The trees hold out their branches and rejoice.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
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