it's like they've always been here

Sunday morning we woke up to a foot of snow.

It was beautiful.

Most churches cancelled their services.

Ours was just postponed.

Instead of 10:00 am, it was moved to 4:00 pm.

The kids groaned.

I was elated!

No one loves a quiet snow day at home more than me. But there had been a plan put into place for Sunday, and I would have felt sad if it had been canceled.

I reminded everyone that there would be plenty of time to clear the snow off the driveway and walks and time to play in it.  THEN we could make time in the afternoon to get dressed up and go to church.

You see, there's this family.

I love them.

They're young, and just had their sixth child.

When I met them, #6 was due any day. I felt a fast bond with a couple who had enough love in their hearts and home for six kids. 

(Six cute kids, ages 7, 6, 4, 2, 1 and newborn)

 They just showed up at church one day in early November, and we all wondered where they had moved from. Turns out they had just bought a house in a neighboring town, but this was their first trip to church.  Ever.

The husband had previously worked at a job in Boston, and while there, met someone who had a conversation with him about faith.  He's humble and there weren't many details shared, but basically someone at that job challenged him to take his family to a Mormon church as soon as he got settled.

He kept his promise.

They're usually among the first people sitting in the pews on Sunday morning, and have been there faithfully every week since.

This snowy Sunday was scheduled to be their baptism day.

I was grateful for the chance to get to church and witness such an inspiring service made even more beautiful by a blanket of snow.