I see all that white stuff coming down from the sky.  I like to ski in it and walk in it.  We like to play in it.  I brightens up the world in which I get to live and, in the winter, it seems like life revolves around it.

Snow. 

How amazing is it that our God can make each one so beautiful and intricate?

What does this mean for us people who are also wondrously made?

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