In Texas it doesn’t snow very often, so when it does it leaves a lasting impression. Several years ago, it snowed continually for days. As I sat entranced by the window and watched it fall, I was mystified by the way snow transforms and beautifies everything it touches. The brown grass had become a soft white blanket. Our old, worn wooden fence and bare, lifeless pecan tree took on the sudden appearance of majesty, peace and grace. And that is exactly what I think of when I see snow – God’s grace; so clean and pure...