It was like a Hallmark Christmas movie. Quiet and magical, peaceful and beautiful and I wanted to capture it and hold on to that moment forever. The kids were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums... Yes, it was Christmas Eve and our tiny little town appeared to be fast asleep. Almost Christmas. Almost midnight. But my sweet children had been praying for there to be snow on Christmas Day the entire month of December, and I knew I had to share this moment with them. I’m not sure if they were really asleep yet, or just faking it because it was, after all Christmas Eve. I think every parent threatens their children that if they don’t go to sleep on Christmas Eve, “there will be no presents under the tree in the morning”. Not wanting to startle them I left the lights dim but couldn’t hide my excitement. “Kids!!” I whispered loudly, “It’s snowing!!” Michael jumped out of bed first and ran to the stairwell window, looking at the beautiful blanket of white. “God answered our prayers!! He whispered in awe. “Who wants to go for a walk with me?” I asked.
I know. I’m crazy. Yes, we all bundled up at midnight on Christmas Eve and softly trod down our street with our dog Mandy by our side. It was completely covered in pure white snow. Every branch was a sparkling white canopy that hung over our road. There was no traffic. No noise and no lights. Only the beautiful path the moon gave on that street that night. It was as if we were in a magical, Christmas snow globe. The kids were quiet the entire walk. Almost reluctant to take a step in the beautiful whiteness that surrounded them. Later as I was tucking them back in bed, Michael whispered “I’m so glad God answered our prayers”.
No matter what your situation might be, no matter how big, no matter how small, teach your children to bring it to God. To pray about every single thing in their lives, even the things we might feel are silly, are never silly to God. Sometimes we might feel that the things our children pray for are trivial but if we don’t teach them to go to God for the little things, when the time comes they won’t know to go to God for the big things. They will feel lost and alone, scared and uncertain. Without even realizing it they will seek help from everyone but their Heavenly Father. And He’s the only One that can truly answer. I’m not sure my kids can even remember the gifts they got that year that were under the tree the next morning, but I’m sure they will never forget our midnight walk and how miraculously God answered their prayers and I pray that moment will be like a little snow globe tucked away on the shelf of their hearts, constantly reminding them how anything is possible with God. ❄️❤️