#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Crisp, Cool and Sunny

That’s how it is this morning, in Spokane, Washington. There’s a chill in the bright air, though, as if we might get snow. I would love that, even though it’s pretty early in the year for the white stuff. I remember one Halloween in my childhood when we had three feet of snow. It was beautiful, but I was bummed, because it meant I’d have to cover up my costume with a hooded coat.

I’m closing on my lake house tomorrow, and on Monday afternoon, the key will be in my hand. I am told that the lake sometimes freezes so solidly that fools drive cars across it. Nature’s gentle way of weeding out the stupid, as my daughter would say.

A lake house. This is a gift from Heaven. He leadeth me beside the still waters…

But I shall be content to let Him walk on them–even when they’re frozen.

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