The weatherman’s predictions for a winter storm arrived as promised, delivering a healthy dose of snow accumulation. Before this, the season had only graced us with rapidly melting flakes and a scant light dusting of powder. Perhaps Mother Nature had grown weary of being poked fun at for her lackluster display of wintery splendor, or merely saving her best for last. Whatever the reason, it’s here now blanketing our neighborhood with a soft hush that silents the clamor.
A glistening brilliant white coverlet stretching far as the eye can see.
Snow can have a way of bringing out the child within, beckoning us to come out and play. Reminiscing about my childhood, snow days were counted as some of my favorites. My brother and I raced to get bundled up quickly, braving the cold, enthusiastic to chuck freshly made snowballs at each other. Or simply relishing falling backward into a pile of snow imprinting heavenly angels. Rounding out our day of fun building an impressive snowman together.
As the years passed, occasionally our age difference caused a natural chasm of joint activities. One particular evening, twilight was settling as I constructed Frosty alone. Street lights cast a glow, as gentle flakes fell on my creation, growing increasingly eager to remove my damp clothes and wrap my hands around a warm mug of cocoa. Crossing my cold fingers hoping we had whip creme or marshmallows to garnish my steaming drink.
Toasty and settled in, it was time to peer out our second story window to admire my work below. Gazing downward expecting to be greeted by a beaming face, carrot nose and smile made of small stones. Instead, to my dismay, I was saddened to realize someone had destroyed Frosty leaving him in a heap. Anger and hurt welled up as I lamented my woes to my parents, \dad wasted no time to rise to this newly appointed challenge. Legendary in the neighborhood for chasing after anyone that messed with his property. No doubt he found this to be another golden opportunity to hopefully catch the culprits and bring them to swift justice. Fashioning a snowman for his trap, he carefully slipped into our darkened garage which became his makeshift stake out. Willing to wait patiently, the orange glow of his lit cigarette the only revealing clue to his whereabouts.
Not long afterwards two boys appeared, kicking this decoy snowman to its’ demise. Hastily they became aware of my dad’s trap, his notorious reputation, and stellar gazelle moves, simultaneously running away pell mell! Before mom and I knew it, my dad had not only caught the mischievous boys, but marched them back to the scene of the crime instructing them to rebuild my demolished snowman… not to their liking or specifications no less, but to mine.
Sharp contrasting scenes played out through the same window, one moment destruction, the next, restoration… victim, to victorious.
Now wholly justified, redemption rolled out from snow under my dads’ watchful eye. My soul warmed to the depths where the the bitter chill of injustice once lay. God’s word tells us in Psalms 68 :14
“God scattered their enemies like snowflakes melting in the forests of Zalmon”.
What a comfort to know God’s got your back, He is mindful of every hurt and loss you have or will ever encounter. He watches over you like a protective Papa Daddy. Comforting us with this promise…
“Anyone who strikes you strikes what is most precious to me.” So the Lord Almighty sent me with this message for the nations that had plundered his people: *
Even though I don’t know what is going on in your life, I’m confident of this .. God is a God of justice and He sends the neighbor bullies running.
Your rejection
False accusation
Harsh sting of injustice
or loss.
With this be warmed with the promise of His love and faithfulness to you now and forever. Whether you see justice here or in eternity, God will work out all things for the good. All things plundered tethered to His promise.
No matter the situation allow God’s sympathetic embrace to melt away any bitterly cold concerns… bringing sunshine to your inmost being. His 100% emotional weather forecast is always accurate!
So my friend "Do you want to build a snowman ? "
My brother and I
Story taken from My Sentimental Journey An ordinary girl's walk with an extraordinary God. 2/9 2104 lisasjourney.net *Zechariah 2:8 GNT