I Wished for Snow
I’m fairly open about my faith, so I might as well admit it now. I prayed for a white Christmas. I probably should have elaborated a bit more clearly as to how much snow I wanted but I guess I didn’t think that far. Obviously, my prayer got answered real fast. Be careful what you pray for, friends! It may have been three feet of frozen snow, but inside the delayed flights came a big miracle. I got an answer to a prayer that me and my family and friend have all been asking for since 7th grade. We gave up and assumed it was a mystery. But my dear friends: I have a diagnosis. Or two.