After we moved from Florida to TN, my son started praying that we would have snow on Christmas. I was so sure that it would snow; I figured that God would answer a sincere little boy’s sweet prayer request. But, well, it didn’t happen.
It did not snow.
I was not happy.
Yes. It was immature of me. Yes, I knew better. It doesn’t help that I have been a Christ-follower for years and that I am a pastor’s wife. You would think I would know better. But I simply thought that this would be a great way to build my son’s faith and teach him how God answers prayer. I didn’t “get” why God didn’t “get on board”.
Well, a few weeks passed and it finally snowed. I was furthered annoyed, questioning why God could not have brought it earlier. But I decided to make the most of it. I bundled up our two little ones, grabbed our new sled and took off up the hill.
We went flying down the hill, giggled, threw snowballs and enjoyed the white beauty. As we were climbing up the hill, my son started talking about God. “Mom, God told me to wait, didn’t He?” I tried to decipher what he was talking about; when I understood, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
My four year old trusted God better than I did. “A” realized that God had heard his prayer. It wasn’t that God was ignoring him. It was that God had different plans. God brought the snow when He decided to bring the snow.
“Yes, ‘A’, God had you wait.
…but when He brought you snow, it was perfect. It was beautiful, it was fun, it was exactly what we needed.”
I’m so thankful that God doesn’t give up on us. …AND I am thankful that my son has learned to trust and love God even when his mama messes up.