I cherish the morning prayer time I have with my boys. It delights my heart to hear them praise and ask of our Saviour the desires of their hearts. Out of the lips of babes come pure, heartfelt requests. Each of them takes time to be grateful for the blessings God has gifted to our family. Often there are requests for health from the sniffles or sore body parts, for the opening of hearts of those we know who need Jesus, and safety as we go about our day. It is beautiful. I can only imagine what joy it brings Jesus as they open their hearts to Him.
And then the prayers for snow. SNOW. My children are lovers of the stuff and I admit, I am too. If hot sun and beaches aren’t possible, then bring on the fluffy white stuff and lots of it. Each of us have added into our prayer requests that God would bless us with snow this season.
I considered informing the boys that such prayers were not ‘worthy’ of our Jesus time. I heard Him whisper to me: All prayers are worthy. I want my boys to know that about Him; that He hears everything. I want them to grasp in full that the greatest joy in life comes from developing a unique and personal relationship with Him. To know that He delights in our laughter and the joy we experience in His Creation. To know that our prayers are time spent getting to know Him as we intentionally share ourselves with Him. Time that allows Him to speak to us and time for us to listen to Him. Time that brings us closer to our Saviour.
Have you ever looked at a snowflake up close? They are astoundingly beautiful; surreal, unique, and endlessly diverse. Each snowflake reflects the grandeur and magnificence of God in the detail of what He creates. Snow is a refreshing reminder of the One who created and is creating. It proclaims the newness and the now-ness of His involvement in our lives. A fresh blanket of snow can transform a bedraggled, wind-torn backyard into a crystalline playland, all the while proclaiming, “See, [He is] doing a new thing!”.
We know from Psalm 19:1-4 that,
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words;
no sound is heard from them.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
My heartfelt prayer is that while my boys come to Jesus and ask for something as beautiful as the snow they desire in childhood, they will be prepared to ask him for the snow they need as adults. The new work they need in their lives. A fresh glimpse of His glory.
As we celebrate the birth of our Saviour and the promise of new life he brings, it is my prayer that all of our RCOA children will experience the deep joy of a relationship with Him.
May God richly bless you and your families,
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