Friday, August 7, 2009

My Will Be Done - Part 2

....fast forward to Christmas Eve 1993. We had been transferred to New Jersey 5 weeks ago from Vermont. We had just found a Methodist Church that we felt at home with and attended services that special special night. On the way home, my daughter and I were discussing the birth of Jesus. Out of no where she announced "I don't believe in Jesus anymore. I don't believe in Christmas. I don't believe in Santa. I don't think I believe in anything". I am sure you can understand what I felt and how my heart fell. I asked her why and she responded that she had been praying for a week and had written Santa for only one thing and she didn't get it. I asked what it was and she wouldn't tell me but after much cajoling she said "Snow."
Snow! Now what? It was 45 degrees and clear clear skies. It wasn't going to snow. I knew what I answered would be very important. So, I explained that sometimes God doesn't answer our prayers the way we want and I am sure that he has a reason. Maybe it was to believe no matter what. She became very quiet. We arrived home and she shot upstairs crying and slamming the door to her bedroom. I started the soup and looked out the window and prayed: "God, help me say the right words to this lost child. She is miserable living here. She has lost her friends, all she knows, and her faith. When I open my mouth, let them come from you." (Now go get a tissue)
I looked out the window and it was snowing! Snow! At 45 degrees and clear skies. I called her down and made her close her eyes as I led her into the back yard. I held her head up to the skies, told her to stick out her tongue and open her eyes. And, as we stood in the backyard crying, I looked at the yards next door and there was nothing there. Not on either side, not across the street. "Thank you Lord. Thank you for this miracle to give my child. Thank you thank you thank you!" And as I prayed the snow stopped. We went in and within 5 minutes the snow was gone, the stars were out. Sometimes our prayers are answered.
That night faith was lost, faith was found.
Be still and know that I am God.

4 comments:

  1. OK. Yes after attempting to read this silently and then again to my hubby sitting next to me on his computer, I cried, when I got to the sad part about the snow.

    Praise God in the smallest of details. I know things like this are possible, because God just loves to delight us with little surprises!

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  2. Beautiful....blessings and prayers, andrea

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  3. Congratulations, I have a special surprise waiting just for you. Hop on over to my blog and check it out.

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  4. God has clearly be very specific in HIS love for you and your family! in this He not only heard you but gave you such a sweet and clear answer! He delights in You sooo much :)

    blessings to you

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