PURE AS THE DRIVEN SNOW!

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Pure as the driven snow? Hardly! But today-New Orleans looked virgin...

A pristine powdery white blanket of snow ...lay bare...wrapping itself in soft, silent protection around the city....from Bourbon street to Kenner, uptown -across the mighty Mississippi...to the Westbank...around Lake Pontchartrain...to the Northshore up and over rolling hills...all the way to the swampy marshlands and bayous of Louisiana.


God sent a surprise sunrise that dropped from the heavens this glorious, glistening mantel of protection...that seemed-for a few hours--to purge our land--and produce the most childlike innocence -a winter wonderland--of promise and hope and joyful expectation.


The powdery crystals of water and ice gently inspired a deeply spiritual connection between this world and the next...reminding me that God sees exactly what we need-when we need it the most...that Heaven is closer than we think and that the simplest miracles---the most unexpected wonders are waiting to drop in on us...sometimes, just so God can say thank you--I Love you-I want to shower you with adoring gifts and generous doses of happiness and peace--even if just for a few hours. I love you enough to take your mind off your troubles, your woes and the tragedies that have kept you from enjoying all that this world has to offer. As if to say-I am here -to cleanse and purify your land- and your lives.


It snowed and snowed in New Orleans today...the first time in four years...and only the third time like this-in the thirty years that I have lived here...The snow fell at exactly the right time...exactly when we needed to look to the heavens in thanksgiving...to prepare for the gift of the Savior...and to remind ourselves of the soulful serenity that comes-when it snows in New Orleans--because that's when we clearly see that God is giving his children a glorious gift of winter---white and wonderful and wrapped in heavenly delight for all the world to see!

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