Nine to twelve inches of snow are predicted for my area. Yet, I laughed when I read this passage. Snow in April is ridiculous. But, God’s sense of humor is poignant and giggle-worthy at the same time.
Yesterday, I watched a Mourning Dove eat birdseed off the ground. This morning, the seeds are covered with snowflakes. One lone bird is finding shelter and food in my feeder, and the dove is no where to be seen. Still, here are the next words God planned for me to read today.
“Begin the day with open hands of faith, ready to receive all that I am pouring into this brief portion of your life. Be careful not to complain about anything, even the weather, since I am the Author of your circumstances.” from Sarah Young’s Jesus Calling: Enjoying Peace in His Presence
Today I choose to cup my hands under these fleeting, snowy blessings. If I do stick my tongue out, it is only to take a cue from Psalm 34:8.
As I cast my ballot yesterday, the black ink fading to murky gray on the stark white page, I prayed over the ovals shaped like seeds. Although I only see rocks, thorns, and weeds, I hope just one grows for His glory, even if that one is me.