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Snow is a beautiful thing that can give everything a fresh new look.  It is also a great medium for skiing, snow-shoeing, and sledding.  In Louisiana, it is a great excuse to get out of school and make a snowman, which is what we did in January 1988, days after my youngest sister was born.

There is still a sense of wonder that comes with white flakes falling to the ground.  Each snowflake is unique and together with other flakes, makes a snowman, a snow-covered mountain, or a fresh path for walking.

As the body of Christ, we are each unique, like snowflakes, together making a beautiful and useful scene for many purposes.

Upon arriving at the cabin, I was so relieved to have made it and in such a hurry to find the key and get to the restroom, that I had quickly forgotten the icy conditions of the road and the way in which that would also affect the walkways around the cabin.  I slipped twice on the ice to the point that I fell.  One was a nasty spill that has left a colorful bruise on my knee.  It also bruised my pride a bit as I was sure that my boots would give me ample traction.  I was proceeding with over-confidence, not caution.

In preparation for writing the chapters of Who has the Last Word?, I have been reminded that I should proceed with caution, not over-confidence.  I firmly believe that God has given me a message of hope to share with others.  I trust He will open doors with publishing companies and agents that will help publish and distribute the book, thus equipping women to fight against Satan’s attacks.  However, I must be careful lest I fall into the same traps that I am striving to encourage others to come out of.