"Praise the God of all, drink the wine, and let the world be the world" French Proverb

I want to apologize for my Facebook post this morning.  I left an acerbic note about having to walk alone through the snow and cold on Valentine's Day.  I will be the first to admit my loneliness in the mornings.  But my God and Creator lovingly walked with me this morning.  He showed me the beauty of His snow.  He poignantly painted His picture for me of the goodwill of little children.  I have never been so blessed on a walk:
"I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul." -Hugo  

I was not worthy, strong, or powerful as Saint Valentine, but I believe the same Light that shown in his (or their) heart(s) came to be shown in mine as I left my warm bed for the cold street.  I fear to write too much and steal from His grace that He so kindly bestowed upon His poor servant.  But I must thank Him publicly, no matter the feebleness.  I must try to love Him back, no matter the amount of failure.  Thank You for snow and a childlike spirit that plays in it.

Cheers