I wrote a micro poem for my other blog, trying to capture the feeling of these precarious moments.
I kept thinking, “Surely we’ve survived something like this before.”
A scroll through my backyard photos gave me the answer.
It is his first snow.
“Daddy, the ground is all gone!”
“Son, it will come back.”
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 1:9; 3:11
