Sinking is never a good thing.
At the end of March in Saskatchewan, Canada, we always still have a large amount of snow. Every morning, I head out to the country, where I have a little trail I have managed to maintain all winter.
Every time the snow falls, my trail gets covered. With a lot of work, I try to find my path without sinking in snow that is sometimes up to my waist. Once I find my trail again, my dog and I continue happily as we admire God's creation.
As I walk, I sometimes forget about my narrow path and step off my thick walkway of deep snow. Then boom! I'm sunk! I use a hockey st...
