I cherish the long-ago memory of a surprise April snow that came in the night after a warm Easter Eve.
On that Easter morning, I awoke before dawn, and I drove through snow in the darkness, on my way to attend Sunrise Service in a small country church.
A big, bright round moon appeared in front of my car, tossing its brightness onto the snow and lighting my way to the church.
It was magical; and somehow it seemed it was planned just for me.
A big, bright round moon appeared in front of my car, tossing its brightness onto the snow and lighting my way to the church.
It was magical; and somehow it seemed it was planned just for me.
Whenever I think of it, I still whisper, 'Thank you, God.'
