IT IS SNOWING.

It is 5:00 am and the fine light mist of snow is gently falling. In the shadow of the porch light it gives off a hazy veil, very beautiful. I have always loved the snow. As I get older just not the cold weather that comes with it. But as I watch these seasons come and go, I know beyond a doubt that there is a God with a master plan. These last months I have had my faith tested. I have always believed in God, you do not grow up with a Mother like mine and do not believe in God, I have seen prayers be answered. I have felt God's presence in my very soul when I was alone and in darkness. But so many events have happened that have tested my strong inter beliefs. Yesterday I was so discouraged. Something I had prayed so hard for, had not happened. I thought okay God I won't bother with you with asking anymore. You won't answer anyway. Then around five the call come. The problem had been solved, not the way I had asked, but solved. And in a better way then the way I was praying. I forget sometimes just who I am dealing with. I see things in my own way, because I do not get the whole picture. I see just my own little space. But God the creator of this world scopes out the whole picture, so he knows so much better than me the way to answer. It is very hard to sit back and let someone else be in control, even if it is God.
But this morning with the snow falling softly and the people I care about at home or somewhere safely asleep, I feel at peace. I need more faith, more letting go of the reins. It is hard to change the older we get but I need to work on that very thing. But for today I will sit more quietly, I will be at peace. I will not forget to say thank-you more often to the creator who I know has far more serious matters than a crazy old lady running around, sending out frantic pleas. I will watch the snow fall and enjoy the beauty.