It's 4:30am. I can't sleep.
I'm laying here thinking of the day and what is going to happen tomorrow.
All week long the forecast called for rain. All winter long one little boy has prayed for snow. It never came.
Today there were a few frozen rain drops I'd like to call snow falling on my car as we loaded up for Mass.
The blessed sacrament was exposed when we got to church. One little boy asked to go up front to pray. I brought all four kids up to the third row and one little boy knelt down and prayed. He knelt for a long time. He turned to me and whispered, "Can you ask my brothers to pray for snow?" I did. And he knelt back down and kept praying.
We left Mass and Greg texted pictures of Dahlonega, where snow was dusting the picnic table outside his office. We drove to DD in Dahlonega and saw little flurries there.
We drove home and flurries continued. I sent that little boy to play outside in the snow as long as it was falling. "It may be the last time you see any this year."
There was a prediction for wintery mix tomorrow morning.
Here I am. Awake at 4:30am. There's a winter weather warning for today with 2-4 inches expected.
The simple prayer of one little boy might be answered.
The one thing he wanted more than anything else for his birthday is coming the day before his birthday.
Snow, what a beautiful gift for Jimmy.
I've been praying for the same thing! Tell Jimmy our prayers were heard by God! <3 And happy birthday! Love the photos, Toni. oxoxoxReplyDelete