Spent a few moments in DC this morning with some Canadians who decided not to join the typical snowbird flock and head south for the winter. Inquiring about the upcoming presidential election, they honked about how our political system is definitely ‘fowled’ up 🙂
Nestled away in the Great Smoky Mountains witnessing the transition from yesterday’s turbulent, storm fed roaring waters to the peaceful, silent calm of falling snow, I am truly blessed . . . were that our turbulent world would experience such a peaceful transition.
“He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes”. Ps.146:17