As I sit and watch the snow come down I say to myself, “I am blessed to be able to sit on the inside and look out, instead of on the outside, looking in.” The snow was long and heavy and it left of lot of inches and ice. The east coast had a couple of days to sit and think. Nineteen people did not make it; they died. And there was lots of damage. Just for a moment, God got a chance to speak.