Sitting here with Coleridge tucked in my arm. The snow is falling in big puffy flakes, though not a ton of it is really sticking. It is so pretty, and this moment is wonderful.
I will not worry about Cole sleeping at a time he usually doesn't. Yesterday was rough. But today is not. Praying off and on this morning for Mike's interview in just a bit. I have peace that no matter what happens with this door, everything will be okay.
Did I mention the snow looks so lovely as it falls to earth?
" 'Come now, let us reason together,' says the LORD:
'though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson,
they shall become like wool.' " Isaiah 1:18 ESV