In Everything Gives Thanks--Let it snow!

Today's forecast calls for snow. Immediately my heart sinks, as I think about driving over the hills to my afterschool clubs. It would be so easy to succumb to fear, disobeying the command to "Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God." (Phil. 4:6) Instead of complaining, I am determined to give thanks--even for the snow. I know that my children are eagerly anticipating snow, with thoughts of hot chocolate and watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. They look forward to sledding, snowboarding, and snowmen. When did I become such a grown-up that I lost that joyful anticipation of the first snowfall? When did "snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes" stop being "a few of my favorite things"? When was the last time I stood outside with my mouth open wide catching snowflakes on my tongue?
"God thunders marvelously with His voice; He does great things which we cannot comprehend. For He says to the snow, 'Be on the earth'; likewise to the gentle rain and the heavy rain of His strength...By the breath of God ice is given, and the broad waters are frozen. Also with moisture He saturates the thick clouds; He scatters His bright clouds. And they swirl about, being turned by His guidance, that they may do whatever He commands them on the face of the earth. He causes it to come, whether for correction, or for His land, or for mercy." (Job 37:5-6, 10-13) Snow is a picture of correction--"Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow." (Psalm 51:7) It is a gift for the land--"For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven, and do not return there, but water the earth, and make it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes forth from my mouth; it shall not return to me void, but it shall accomplish what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it." (Isaiah 55:10-11) And it is a reminder of God's mercy--"'Come now, and let us reason together,' says the Lord. 'Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.'" (Isaiah 1:18)
When and if it snows, I have decided to give thanks. Whether or not I have "no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

Book Review: The Yada Yada Prayer Group

A librarian friend recommended this compelling series of books by Neta Jackson (www.daveneta.com). The main character, Jodi Baxter, is a white, middle class, 3rd grade teacher, mother of 2 teenagers, living in Chicago. She and her husband moved from the suburbs to work with an inner city church plant. The series begins when Jodi attends a Women's Conference and is assigned to Prayer Group 26, 12 very racially and culturally diverse women. When the son of one of the members is shot while they are at the conference, the group decides to continue to meet to pray. They jokingly call themselves "the yada yada prayer group," with the sense that the name is unimportant. But one of the members discovers that yada is Hebrew, meaning "to know, be known, and to make known." Throughout the series, the group of women, their spouses, and their children learn a lot about each other and God as they grow together in prayer. I am currently reading Book 4, The Yada Yada Prayer Group Gets Tough. It is a gripping story of spiritual warfare as the black husband of one of the members is beaten nearly to death in a conflict with a white supremacist group. Mark Smith lies in a coma after brain surgery while the Yada Yada Prayer Group and their husbands stand behind and around him in prayer. The imagery of him lying in ICU, swathed in bandages and tubes, brings back memories of my son David, who suffered traumatic brain injury when he was hit by a car 6 weeks after his wedding (no doubt that will be the subject of a future post). Family and friends grieve and rage and finally come to the point of praise that God is in control. The Yada Yada Prayer Group learns to praise God for every breath Mark takes. Will he recover? I haven't gotten that far yet, but you wouldn't want me to give away the ending, would you?

Something to Write About

Hi Kids,
(I am assuming that the only people who would read my posts are my children. For any others who might find their way to this space--welcome!) My two sons, Michael and David, have blogspots, and I love reading their thoughts and opinions. Now it is time for me to put in my two cents. You know that I always talk about writing a book "someday". A writer writes, so hopefully the exercise of blogging will help me to organize my thoughts and decide if I really do have "something to write about." We'll see if blogging, which is the next step up from email, will be the link to that famous book. Meanwhile, this space is dedicated to you!