From today’s reading in Psalm 147, a lovely passage to go with the frost-covered marionberries next to our house, the unusually cold winter we’re having this year, and the promise of warmer days ahead.
He sends out his command to the earth;
his word runs swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
he scatters hoarfrost like ashes.
He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs;
who can stand before his cold?
He sends out his word, and melts them;
he make his wind blow and the waters flow.