Explaining snow

I'd never thought I'd be trying to explain snow to someone. It's hard, not that I think many people have tried. It's just been a natural thing for me, snow. Every year during winter time it snows, and preferably during Christmas.

During one of our hard rains that we've experienced in the past two weeks, our compound worker, Kipeti (pronounced Japetti), came inside to take cover from the wind and rain. Dad showed him some pictures of family, friends, Colorado, and other such places. Explaining snow to him was harder than I ever imagined it would be. He asked us "How do you hold it?" Well... gosh I never thought of that. How would you explain snow with just a few seconds to think?

When he saw pictures of our house he said "it's so big!" in America, our house isn't that small, but it's smaller than many houses in the US.

He was always asking questions, even why there was no snow in Uganda but there was snow in America. I felt very grateful at that moment for being so well educated. Thank you Lord for such blessings!

With Love,

Kara