Snow has always been special to me. When I was little, we made snow forts, snowmen, snowballs, and snow cream (Yes, snow cream!) We’d whisk down an old hill on a sled, inner tube, or cuts of old cardboard. We’d lay in the snow and make snow angels. We’d try to catch a snowflake on our tongue or pick it up in handfuls and eat it. But snow cream was always much better. Snow was special to me. It still is. Church, I miss seeing you today. But, on this Snow Day Sunday, I want you