Bug had prayed for two weeks that God would send her snow. Her first prayer went like this:
“Dear God,
Thank you for the snow.
Jesus Name, Amen.”
Followed by opening her eyes and loudly whispering, “It’s coming!”
I find that she is often better at praying and trusting than I am. Every time the clouds moved, she said that God was bringing her snow in them.
So, here’s our family tradition for when the snow finally showed up. We bring it inside on a platter and let her build tiny snowmen, touch it, mold it, add sprinkles and food dye to it, whatever she wants. And this year, Brother got to join in on the fun!
You gotta taste a little… 
