A lesson in faith

My children teach me many lessons. Just last month, I watched the youngest live out a lesson I needed to be reminded of. You see, we live overseas. In a place that is brutally hot. Our winter in Spain is like a cool fall day in America. We love rainy days (which we get a handful of annually) and any day that brings a break from the heat. What we miss, is the cold. Specifically, snow. My older girls miss it and remember it fondly from their childhood. Not that Georgia receives a lot of snow, but when it does, schools close and kids are out in their warmest winter gear to enjoy the day. Lucy doesn’t remember snow. She imagined loving it and could picture what it would be like, but she’s never seen it.

And there begins the lesson she taught me. She has prayed for snow for as long as I can remember. It was one of her deepest desires for this year we are spending in America. I was hopeful she would get to see it, but weather in Georgia is fickle at best, so I didn’t get my hopes up too high.

And then it happened. One morning we woke up and it was flurrying. Tiny little flurries with a strange shape and a stranger consistency. But she didn’t care. It was snow. God had answered her prayer. The first thing she said when she ran to wake up Bekah was, “Bekah, God gives birthday presents!” Both she and Bekah had birthdays that same month and to my sweet 7 year old’s heart, this felt like a special gift sent just for them.