There were exactly two snowballs in my south Louisiana childhood, and they didn’t fall from the sky in Baton Rouge. They rode down from Ohio on the side of our neighbor’s station wagon, and took their shape when she scooped them and gave them to wide-eyed children who had never seen snow.
The Good News (for when we blow it)
Embody the love of God to my children? There are moments when I’m just trying to find the nearest hole into which I can crawl and hide.