My roommate Becca brought these verses to my attention today, and they were so fitting, as Boston was hit with yet another snow storm last night:
"He gives snow like wool. . .
He hurls down His crystals of ice like crumbs;
who can stand before his cold?"
Psalm 147: 15, 17
These beautiful words really resonated with me throughout today at how great God is. And although I'm generally a huge fan of winter, it gave me an even fresher perspective on surviving winter in Boston. Here are some pictures I took during my (almost) daily lunch break walk around Boston Common. I'm so lucky to work so close by this beautiful place, and I love taking a trip there for 20 minutes or so during lunch to recharge
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They blow all the sidewalk snow through the bars of the cemetery by Park St. |
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The State House |
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walking through the pigeons |
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few of the city from the back of the Commons |
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rolling cigarettes, I love that their hands are almost exactly the same |
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guess who? |
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This little girl was standing in the spray of the above snow thrower | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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Katy, that picture of the men rolling cigarettes is amazing...
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