Sabbath Snow Storm

Outside, snow flakes fell free and heavy Sunday afternoon.

Inside, children clamored for a bench seat to sit upon while stuffing stockinged feet into pink cowboy boots and Velcro sneakers.

Outside, a hush blanketed our street and gully.

Inside, a force, 3 children wide, pushed through a door jam breaking free into the escapable garage.

As the garage door welcomed the expanse beyond it, inside met out. Two girls and one boy fell silent under mother nature's offering.



After a moment, I prompted Norah to climb in the car. She said she was busy thinking about Jesus(I suppose that wins her a few extra seconds).

Upon a second prompt, she climbs in.

I turn to Abram and ask him to climb into the car.



He responds, "I tinking bout Jesus".

Hmmm.