Hi, Mom!

The tradition must have started when I was in college.  Whenever it started to snow where I was, I called mom to tell her, and she always did the same for me.

Mom!  It's snowing!

I'd love to curl up on the sofa and knit, content in knowing that there is - if only rarely - a reason to work with wool in Mississippi.  Tonight I'm working with words, though, as I write a sermon for Sunday.  May they drift down as lightly as the snowflakes outside, dusting my page with reflections on Advent themes.  Hope, expectation, waiting, watching...

...for Jesus, of course.  And tonight, for snow.