“As white snowflakes fall quietly and thickly on a winter day, answers to prayer will settle down upon you at every step you take, even to your dying day. The story of your life will be the story of prayer and answers to prayer.” ― Ole Hallesby
I have always heard that no two snowflakes are alike. I don't believe that it matters how each snowflake becomes unique. What matters to me is that God created their journey. In their journey through the atmosphere they are beautifully delivered for us to see.
I am reading a fiction book, Take Me With You, by Catherine Ryan Hyde. It is the story of two young boys whose father must serve jail time because he is an alcoholic offender. A man, who has lost his son and is on the way to Yellowstone Park for healing, stops in the mechanic's shop because his motor home has broken down. The mechanic dad ends up asking the visitor if he will take his two boys for the summer so they don't have to go to state care. They can see something besides the nothing where they live. (a very unrealistic move, but it works) The man, a teacher, ends up taking the boys. What I have enjoyed is traveling with them through the beautiful places they visit. The story includes AA visits for them, as well.
What I had not thought about in a while is how alive the earth is internally. God is a living God. Everything created is alive. Old Faithful is the earth alive. It drips, flows and builds until she rises.
In the middle of every snowflake, there is a colony of living things. In the middle of my life is the Living Savior.
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