When we had this last snow storm, I was noticing how much more anxious I am about snow these days...now that I am older! What happened? I remember the fun in my childhood days of snow adventures including sledding, snow man making, and snow plowing. Yes, the plowing was fun too....you'll have to ask my dad about that!
So, what has changed?? I am fairly sure that the snow is the same. Even though each flake is different, it is still cold, white, and falls from the sky exactly the same way it has for the past 60 years. It accumulates...sometimes more than others...but in the same way.
Ahhhhh, it is me that has caused the difference. Now all I can think of are car accidents, missed appointments, and the ache of shoveling. How sad for me to have gotten to this place.
I suppose the same can be said sometimes with our faith. When we are young, we are sponges and so open to God's message. As we get older, life experiences creep into our minds and prevent us from accepting God's love and grace. It is there, "falling from the sky,” in just the same way as when we were children. It is up to us then to receive these gifts without hesitation and question. Find the joy again in giving your all to Jesus.
Dear Lord, lead us back to that time when we stood naked before you and fully received your blessings. Release the chains of doubt and fear so that we may know your unconditional love like it has never been felt before. Amen.