A few years ago, I had a radical meeting with Jesus which ended in a marriage proposal. It was achingly beautiful, and wholly moving. I could not resist the tug on my heart or the meaning of His words whispered into the depths of my spirit. "Be my bride my beloved, I will love you no matter what." I said yes of course, tears flowing down my face. I was in complete disbelief, but from the deepest part of my soul, I wanted what He offered. The next day I woke up, looked down at my ring, and realized wow, that really happened! Now I’m married!

Ugggggggghhhhhh! I wake up to the sound of my radio-alarm clock. The song that plays reminds me of the comforting dream I had the night before. Still lying on my back I look out my window. It has been raining all night. I see the streaks of the rain. It looks very pretty. But what is that blob to the side? It could be a leaf. I listen to the next song and realize that the blob is not a leaf. It is a snowflake. I knew that there was a possibility for a mix of snow and rain tonight. The snow has probably been washed away but I look out my streaked window anyway.

Chapter the Twenty-ninth