Evidence of His Glory...

As I was getting in the shower this morning, I thought I heard a quiet tapping on the door, but quickly dismissed the thought, thinking I had bumped it. Soon after, a much more urgent plea could be heard as Isaac, who could barely contain his excitement, eagerly drummed his fingers on the door, begging to come in. He obviously had something important to tell me. Before I could even open the door, the announcement came"Mommy! Mommy! It's snowing!" Such enthusiasm at such an early hour... oh to be young again! :) I consequently rushed through my shower to see for myself this magnificent event. I have to admit that I was quite excited myself to see the mysterious white stuff which has ceased to show it's beautiful face around here in any manner of significance... but in the Fall? Really? I tip-toed down the hallway so as not to disturb the scene... two little boys perched in front of the window, still shivering in their jammies, watching in awe as the snow showered the backyard with its graceful presence. Much joy is derived when stumbling upon such a scene. The excitement on their faces... the sheer joy just to be able to look out the window and see the brilliance of it... not even to touch it, but just to SEE it. What a glorious sight as the snow falling down began little by little to cover the once-green-grass with a pure blanket of white. It didn't last long, and it soon became obvious that there would be no snowman building today... no snow-angels and no snow ball fights... but the excitement was still there... just in the beauty of God's creation as his glory was showered down upon the earth. How blessed we were to be able to take in such a scene today. I hope you are equally blessed before the day is through. I leave you with this picture of the small "dusting" we had 2 years ago...









may God bless you with his favor today... ~c

This is what a snow bunny looks like...

... just in case you were wondering.

blessings... ~c

Prayer

I've been doing a lot of thinking about prayer lately... more specifically the way I pray. Do I really give God the proper respect? Do I come to prayer in awe of him, or am I coming flippantly only to present my requests before him and expect him to take care of them? It seems to me that I too often forget the majesty of who I'm talking to and treat him as just another friend to listen to my woes.
I read something the other day that really stepped on my toes. It talked about the warmth and intensity of our prayers when they concern someone we love or something that deeply matters to us. I seem to be able to pray persistently and intensely when someone I love is hurting, sick or in trouble... or when a situation in my life desperately needs attention... but does the intensity of those prayers really mean that God matters to me? No... it simply means that the subject matter of my prayers matters to me. It means that the intensity of my prayers were not born of God's presence, or of my faith in Him, or of my longing for Him, or even my awareness of Him... it was born of nothing but my concern for that person or that situation in my life... not for God.
I've been trying to be more aware of my prayers lately... and pray more intentionally instead of just throwing my prayers at God. It's not easy when it's not something you've practiced all your life. I want my prayers to be born out of my love for God and my desire to communicate with him and deepen my relationship with him. I want to be thinking more about God when I pray and less about the situations or people I'm praying for.

blessings... ~c