A Gift

The snowflake floated and fell on my arm. It melted and caused no harm— but a small kiss of cold and wet. I watched as another and more and more fell in designs of glitter and lace. Each one fell into its place. Could this be a picture of grace? “Washed whiter than snow” is the picture we know, and it’s true— in sunshine the drifts are so bright! What a comfort becomes then this sight. A gift— a gift of His might and mercy and love does this show. Yes, a gift is this...