In the cold, early morning light, we sit watching. There are just enough clouds for the backdrop of pink-changing-yellow; more leaves have fallen on top of the snow, and the last hangers-on are now limp and pale. How often do we just barge right into our computer, first thing in the morning, and miss all this? Stop. Watch. Worship!
It’s going to be a bright, cheery day. Maybe we can put the tree up today!