Today I am waiting. Waiting for the foretold snow. For the crisp beauty. I awoke and the light through the window was not quite right, not that glow that comes when the ground has a blanket of white. I was sad. disappointed. I am too sad and disappointed right now from other things and I need to have the little joy of this snow. So I wait for this gift and I try not to cry and I remember - You are good, and what you do is good .... Psalm 119:68a.