Rain to Snow

Another beautiful day of falling snow. We’ve definitely seen more than usual this year. Georgia is not known for it’s snowy winters. The flakes are so lovely falling down, and I get to enjoy watching from the warmth of my home, looking out the windows. Yet, there is the unrest today. I’ve felt it now for several days. A vague uneasiness that I can’t quite describe is settling on my heart.

I’ve been trying to figure it out again. I’ve been trying to ‘be God’. For some reason God has given me enough intelligence and self-confidence that I am quite stubborn in this tendency of mine. I find myself thinking, well, since I did not get this last job, there is obviously something else out there for me, but I don’t stop there. I begin to try and figure out what that is. I also begin to look back. I begin to ponder, well, what was so wrong with what I was doing before? In what is one of the worst economies we have had in my lifetime, why did I decide to take a leap of faith now? Why did I leave without knowing where exactly I was going? It’s easy to forget the small promptings of God that led me to here, when I am looking back at the solidness and enjoyment of my previous job.

It’s easier when it’s someone else. I can tell my friend that is questioning his purchase of a business that is going badly- God is still with you. I can remind him that we see only a small part of a much bigger plan. I can remind him that even in what we feel is dire circumstances; we are immeasurably blessed. We still have food, shelter, and relationships with people that love us. We still live in a country of freedom. Even our financial struggles are struggles only because we have become accustomed to so much wealth. But it’s easier to tell someone else that for some reason ☺.

I was thinking that my thinking is kind of like rain. It has its purpose, but it ends up making everything somewhat damp and dreary. I tend to notice the grey color of the sky and it kind of overshadows everything. But what if instead of thinking, I tried praying? What if I focused on praising God that He has led me to this point? What if I spent some time meditating on His continuous love, blessings, and promises? I think if I could change my thinking to praying, that rain might turn to snow. It’s still precipitation, it still makes everything wet, but now I see the beauty of the water, the elegance of how it covers things. I see the whiteness and brightness instead of gray.

Lord, thank you for the beauty of the snow. Thank you for leading me; even if I don’t know where we’re going, I know You will be there with me. Forgive me my unrest, my lack of faith. Thank you that even though you are high above all things, you still reach down to me. Keep working on my heart, mind and soul, for I truly want them to be Yours.