God's Glitter and the woman at the well

At the weigh station in Evanston,WY they make you get out of your nice comfy truck and trudge to the office for Port of Entry.  It was 8 degrees, clear and glitter blowing around.  As I walked to the office area I could see little flickers of colorful light, of course it was little ice crystals blowing around, but all I could think about was God's glitter.

We are in Cheyenne,WY for the night.  No church today, so in a few minutes, we will go in and take a shower.  We discussed the woman at the well story a little bit.  I reminded Jesse that at his age, I may be looked upon as the big L; however, in the story, the towns folk came out to hear Jesus because she said she had found the one, not that she was the one.  So for Jesse and I, I may not look like I know the answers, but I know the direction to look.