This winter has been amazingly low-snow here in New England.  While talking with a friend last week, we were saying that that is good for some people and not so good for others.  It's great for us (no shovelling, no feelings of being buried under yet another snow storm, no problem of snow covering up my Rick Santorum For President yard sign, etc.)  It's bad for the ski areas and the snow plow drivers and certain snow-loving kids.  It's good for the towns, who won't stretch or pop their budgets by having to pay for those snow plowers or have to extend the school year late into June.  It's not good for the hardware and garden centers that are not selling snow blowers or shovels or salt.  

It's good for Rick Santorum, whose sign was prominently planted in my yard in the fall. Steve said, "It's going to be covered up by the snow eventually."  And I sadly thought he was probably right about that, but that it was still worth it to put it out for as long as possible.  And here it  is, the very end of January, and the ground around the valiant Rick Santorum sign is still as brown and un-snowy as it was in November.

Yes, I know that all the other people's political signs are similarly visible, sans snow, but I am going to look at this as a personal bond between God and me.  We both know the merits of Rick Santorum.  Honor, courage, and righteousness matter to God, and they matter to me. In my yard is Rick's sign, unburied by snow in late January.  Does that not seem somewhat miraculous? Thank You, Lord.  

Counting your blessings is never wrong, and they sometimes appear in strange places, even a frozen front yard!