Sarah D. Shearer

If you were looking for the spiritual significance in this amazing weather event, look no further, ha! Here’s my take, written as I sip my coffee and stare at the snow outside my window, might  I add!

It is snowing, in Thomasville, Georgia, on January 3rd, 2018! This amount of snow has never accumulated here in my entire life. Needless to say, it might just be the best day ever. I have no idea when is the next time I will wake up and see snow outside my window, and run outside like a little girl to see this amazing gift God has given us, a hopeful southern town.

As I looked around my house and marveled at the winter world of white, I began to think about what this means, something so unexpected happening on the third day of a brand new year..

Maybe it means this year will be full of things we have been told will never happen, so we shouldn’t get our hopes up. Maybe we are in for a year of miracles, of answered prayers, of streams in the desert and snow in the south. I’m reminded that God is sovereign and so much powerful than we could ever imagine, and what we see as a near impossible occurrence, he arranged with only a word from his mouth.

Job says it beautifully:

Does the rain have a father? Who fathers the drops of dew? From whose womb comes the ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens when the waters become hard as stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen?”

Job 38:28-30

May we remember Your power in 2018, Lord. You are over it all and you delight in giving good gifts. We run into this year a kid running into the snow, expectant, exhilarated, ready to be amazed as your blessings literally fall from the sky in big fat snowflakes.

We are here, arms outstretched, hoping for the impossible, believing for miracles, knowing you are able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we could ask or think.

I may be crazy, but  I don’t think it’s a coincidence you surprised us with this three days into the new year!! I can almost here Your voice, piercing through the cold like a laugh piercing through a dark night of the soul, “oh my daughter, you have no idea what’s in store for you!!”

We are here, we are ready, we have snowflakes in our hair.