I was driving my daughter to gymnastics practice this afternoon and we were marveling at the beauty of big fluffy snowflakes falling on an ice coated forest. For a moment I thought we had driven right through the back of the wardrobe.
I remarked how the Frederick Meijer Gardens spends a lot of money to make a few Christmas trees appear as marvelous as this entire woods. Without even breaking a sweat, God paints all the trees in our neighborhood with sparkling, translucent ice. And then he takes out our power.
Mike Wittmer 
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