#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
More Snow

I love the snow. It’s really coming down this morning, whitening the world, blanketing it in that benediction I’ve spoken of before, in previous blog entries.

Since I’m a writer, I see parallels in just about everything. And it seems to me that snow is like Grace–it covers the landscape in glistening purity. But, of course, Grace is far better–because it never melts or turns to slush or mud or ice, the way snow does.

My life is so good, and I am so blessed. Still, my heart aches for friends facing hard struggles, for forgotten children and animals and wayward adults who do not know that the Shepherd would willingly, joyfully take them into His flock, at a word, at a turning of the heart. It is not my many material blessings that make me rich, you see. It is knowing Him.

Early Morning Snow

Sadie and Bernice, being Arizona dogs, are mystified by snow. It’s fun to watch them trying to figure out what that white stuff is–has the sky broken? Did the clouds shatter into soft, glistening shards? What’s up and why is it coming down?

Dog thoughts. Sadie actually thinks of little, I suspect, beyond food and grabbing every opportunity to kiss people. She has the sweet, trusting nature of an innocent saint. The Yorkie, Bernice, likes to investigate everything–she’s a hall monitor at heart, and something of a tattletale. If the cats tussle, she referrees, and usually ‘flats’ one of them. Cha Cha and Jitterbug think Bernice is their mother, and endure the flatting with equanimity.

I have the head cold from hell today, and will probably go right back to bed after journaling and devotional reading, but I feel blessed anyway. If you’re going to have a cold, the Triple L is a mighty fine place for it.

Special greetings to my good friend, Vicki. Hang in there, kiddo. Lots of people are praying for you, and the Big Guy is definitely in the loop.

The stitching across the toe of a cowboy boot is called a toe wrinkle.

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