I have the pleasure today of looking out of a coffee shop window in Crested Butte, Colorado. The snow has been gently but intentionally falling since yesterday. Everything is equally dusted in white flakes; the rooftops, the transit buses, the pine trees, the ice sculptures in the square of the resort, and most importantly for the Blue boys, the ski slopes.

One of our most passionate skiers, Elliot, is on about his sixth day of skiing having arrived before the rest of the family. He is nourished by this environment. The mountains, the challenging ski runs, and the falling snow. As with all my kids, there is so much that fills my heart and memories of this number three child, but one of the most vivid is when he was about four years old. After saying prayers with him at bedtime he looked at me with serious eyes and said, “Mom, will you feed me tomorrow?”

I assured him, yes, Elliot, I will feed you tomorrow.

My window view this morning of the snowflakes dropping from the heavens reminds me of one of our kids’ childhood books. In brightly colored drawings and simple, clear words it told the Old Testament story of God bringing the people of Israel manna from heaven. Read the whole story from Exodus here. It showed the hungry people with long faces complaining about their journey in the desert and their fear of starving to death.  Then it happened. Falling from the sky were big white flakes. Their mouths were wide open and their baskets filled with these flakes that looked like frost on the ground and tasted like wafers made of honey. It also explained the clever twist to God’s plan. Each day there was manna enough for that day, but if they tried to store it up it would spoil. (specifically, but not portrayed in the children’s book, it would have maggots and stink.)

How many of us ask daily, “God, will you feed me tomorrow?” It is a century’s old question of all people. And we are all not just asking for food, like hungry Elliot at bedtime, we are looking for something to sustain us beyond the dinner table.

This is where I love my view this morning even more. The white flakes that are intentionally and equally falling as far as my eye can see are blanketing everything and everyone. God promises that his Word and his promises come daily and are for all people.

Be nourished today with sweet words falling like manna from heaven. Then use them up today on your children, your spouse, your neighbor, your co-worker– because there will be more falling like snow tomorrow.

Let it snow!

If you aren’t hearing any sweet words in your world today, try a couple of these wafers:

“Then the Lord said to Moses, “I will rain down bread from heaven for you.”  Exodus 16:4

For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ. And so through him the “Amen” is spoken by us to the glory of God.  2 Corinthians 1:20 

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  2 Corinthians 12:9

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12 thoughts on “Snow Words

  1. Becky, I can tell by your words how much you love our Lord. Thank you for sharing your heart with us. Blessings for the day.

    1. Thanks, dear Andrea! It was a strange one to write. I kind of just sat down at the keyboard and looked out the window and it came out through my fingers. I guess it was meant to be . . .

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