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God’s evident handiwork
by Beyond The Walls by Susan Nelson
Sep 14, 2013 | 31 views | 0 0 comments | 10 10 recommendations | email to a friend | print
After the second reading of the Berenstain Bears’ book about the Green-Eyed Monster, my daughter looked down, saddened.

I asked her what was wrong and she told me that in her whole life (all six-and-a-half years) she had never touched snow. Now, the book never mentioned snow. We hadn’t spoken of snow and we are in the midst of 90- to 100-degree heat, so I had no idea where this thought came from, but it was obviously troubling for her.

We had been to Pike’s Peak one year as a family and ridden the railroad to the top. There are pictures somewhere of the boys playing in the remnants of snow we found there, but my daughter was fast asleep in her daddy’s arms at the time. Still, she was concerned that she had yet to see snow.

I know that I have told them in the past about sled riding, making tunnels in the snow drifts, snow angels and snowball fights and how the moon’s light reflected off the snow making the night not seem so dark - times that I recall from my childhood.

I even have pictures around the house that I took during our infamous snow storm many years ago - was it nine years ago? It was before her time, certainly. During that snow, I had begun to do foster care. I was ecstatic to show these children the wonders of snow! I layered their clothing under their outerwear, put plastic bags over their socks before putting their shoes on so their feet wouldn’t get wet and thought this would be enough to shield them from the milder, yet snow-producing, elements.

Not so in their case.

They started to fuss the moment they stepped outside. I pressed on. I made snowballs and tried to get a snowman started. They weren’t buying it. Then I took them on a walk thinking they just needed to acclimate themselves. Their complaints got louder and more pitiful.

Snow in South Texas is great for a novelty, but they weren’t into novelties. Even in my excitement, I do still remember the cold, shivering and feeling like I’d never be warm again. I recall the snow suits, boots, hats and mittens with strings attached, but then came the fireplaces, blankets, hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows and recalling the day’s events with laughter and gratitude for the warmth we now experienced.

We go through difficult times, seemingly cold, harsh and endless. We find ourselves on the other side, often times a bit more reflective and with a newer perspective on life.

What we tend to remember most is not so much the harshness of them, but the happier moments. I travel with my children taking them different places. I know it is hard on me to do the planning and driving and keeping them motivated at times. I know that they will not share in all of my excitement. But I also know that they take away from these experiences good memories, fun times and they can laugh about the more difficult times in retrospect.

I hope, too, that they are cognizant of the fact that God not only loved them so much to send His son for them (John 3:16), but the world they see as they travel is the one mentioned in scriptures; God created the heavens and the earth. (Genesis 1:1)

Evidence of His hand is everywhere. If we see it, and whether or not we enjoy it, is our choice.
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