Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The kids and I prayed for a white Christmas since the day we drove into the North Carolinian border.
Imagine my surprise when the snow fell in Arizona over the holiday.
Had I not known better, I would've thought that maybe the Lord hadn't received our forwarding address...
No, there wasn't a white Christmas in this neck of the woods.
Still, I didn't stop praying.
This morning I got my answer. A glorious, resounding (although magnificently peaceful)
We already have about two inches, with more falling as I type.
I am sipping piping hot coffee. The kids have come in for some hot chocolate. The Mister is upstairs tucked warmly in bed.
Later we will all sit and watch history unfold, and pray for our new President. We will give thanks for the privilege of living in a country that is free.
Its going to be a great day.
I just know it.