Snow gives everything a soft, clean covering. Lynda just loved the snow. She loved to play in it and to feel it on her face. I always put tons of bird seed outside her windows on the sill and under the trees so the birds would come right up to her while she stood playing and watching the snow. She loved the birds flying about, too.
Snow reminds me of Lynda and I've wanted to make a snow angel for her on her grave for two winters now. Today, before the roads became slick and hazardous, Russ and I went over to the cemetery and I made her snow angel. The ground wasn't completely frozen yet and the snow wasn't nearly as thick as it is now but I was afraid to wait. It was a very therapeutic thing for this nana to do. Warm tears mixed with cold snowflakes as happy memories mixed with the knowledge that Jesus covers our sins with his blood just as the snow covers the ground. We become as white as snow and I can't look at the snow without thinking about how blessed we are.
I imagine there is snow in heaven or something even more amazing. I cannot wait to find out!
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