So, I wrote a blog post a few days ago about my own christmas miracle. And here I am writing about another one.
On December 7th and 8th, it snowed.
In Texas. All over Texas. Even here at home in my small, border town city that likes to stay at a nice 90 (okay, really more like 85) degrees year round.
But it’s real. It happened:
Even though it didn’t really stick to the ground, it was still really cool. I mean, how often does it snow here? Even our weatherman insisted we wouldn’t see snow, and if we did, it would melt right away. But we lucked out.
To end the most Christmas-y day, I made gingerbread houses with my friends, Val and Tori. It was my first house ever and I think it went well. These girls are more like sisters to me and I’m so, so, so thankful for them.
This Christmas has had such a different vibe. It’s special. For all of the hardships that my family and others have faced this year, the snow was a reminder that seemed to say it’ll all be alright. A reminder to have faith even where there are more reasons to doubt.
And a sweet closing for 2017.