I said, outloud, "Oh, it's snowing!" and a far distant memory griped me. It was December of 1965. My dad, my mom, my little brother and my almost-5-year-old self were taking the train from west Texas to Kansas City to visit family for Christmas. In the wee hours of the morning, a hand gently shook me and my mother's soft voice roused me from my sleep. "Oh, Terri, look! It's snowing!" I stood in the seat to watch the soft white flakes glistening in the soft light beaming from the train windows. I didn't remember the snow from my infancy in Germany so this was my first memorable encounter with the treasure. I sat back down and leaned against my mother and watched the white jewels fall for what seemed like hours. Soon the drone of the train wheels lulled me back to my dreams.
Even now, 43 years later, the vision of snow glinting in the lights at night fills me with wonder.
"Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail,"
Job 38:22
1 comment:
Sweet, sweet story, Teri. Thanks for sharing.
Alesha
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