We had our first big snowstorm of the season yesterday: 16 inches in fewer hours. The nearest mountain pass closed for a while and then was a nightmare when it re-opened. Local schools declared snow days and parents declared natural disasters. Ski resorts rejoiced while fly fishermen regarded the white stuff as water for days on the rivers in a few months.
It’s finally beginning to look like Christmas. Santa could land his sleigh anywhere in this high mountain valley. My packages are wrapped. Christmas biscotti is ready to ship. I watch snow-grooming machines on ski slopes to the south every night — their lights dance like ballerinas.
I’m also re-evaluating charity, an annual ritual. I’m a “widows-and-orphans” giver. Committed to the tenets of Jesus Christ, seeing things in simple terms like St. Francis of Assisi, striving to make individual differences where I can.
I encourage you to find one way you can make a difference in someone else’s life. And I’d love to hear about what you’re doing to spread a little Christmas cheer.
Share His grace and love.