Northeast Wisconsin had a major snowstorm yesterday (the first day before official winter). It began with wet snow that clung to every slender branch. Later, the winds picked up.
I journeyed to the wind sheltering trees to get some photos, but whenever the gusts dipped deep into the upper branches, I, the ground, and all around were pelted with large clumps of heavy snow.
It was like being in a snowball fight with the angels above all around, except you couldn’t throw any snow back. Snowballs hit me in the head and body a lot, but they never landed a direct hit to my face or camera.
The Lord Jesus has promised us that His angels watch over us. His Christian disciples are His little ones.
“See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.
“What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.”
— Matthew 18:10-14; NIV1984.
The above picture is of Duck Creek, deep with previous December rains.
Don’t try to cross. That’s not ice on top. It’s slush!
May His holy angels guard over you this winter.