Hello mounds and mounds of white fluffy stuff.



The playhouse is buried (you should see the roof)
**All photos courtesy X.S.**
We had sad news yesterday. I man at our church passed away very unexpectedly. It's times like these that I am reminded just how much I consider my church family a real family. For some reason God keeps showing that to me over and over lately.
I honestly do care deeply about every single member of our congregation.
I don't know if it's just this church, or the part of the country we live in, or if people feel this way and just don't talk about it. But I do think feeling close to 150+ people is rare.
This man was actually a founding member of our church, which is kind of amazing in itself.
And he will most definitely be missed, but by no means can I begrudge him his early place in paradise.
See you soon Uncle Tom!