Last week’s snow here in the Deep South was more than just a fun day off from school for our son Alex. It was an answer to his prayer based on his faith.
Alex had told me at the beginning of the week that it was going to snow. He started off telling me that it was going to snow Monday or Tuesday. Then he began to tell us specific times that he believed it was going to snow. He was so sure it was going to snow that he would go to the window at those times and look outside for snow.
One morning in the middle of the week, he came in the living room where I was doing my devotions, and he expressed that he couldn’t understand why it had not snowed yet. He said something along the lines of, “I put it in my prayer journal, so I know it’s going to happen. I thought it would have snowed already.” I tried to figure out how to discuss the deep theological ramifications of God’s sovereignty with him, but opted to say that sometimes God says, “Not yet,” because He knows what is best for us and has a better plan. Then, before he could get too dejected… I didn’t want him to lose that powerful faith… I added that I would pray along with him and believe for it to snow before the end of the year.
Now, you have to understand, we’ve lived in this area for a little over thirteen years, and it has only snowed four or five times total. Two of those were in the same week. And only once before had it snowed in December. The conditions just aren’t right for it usually.
Alex was not to be deterred, though. One day he said something about it snowing, and with my best stab at having his intense level of faith, I told him we should check the weather to see if it had changed in our favor. His reply caught me off-guard as he reminded me that I had told him meteorologists are not in control of the weather… they’re just making educated guesses based on trends from the past. I had told him God was in control of the weather. So he told me not to tell him what the weather report said because that doesn’t stop God from being able to make it snow. Well, I couldn’t argue with that. He was right.
Thursday night, I did check the weather and saw a chance for possible flurries at 3am Friday. I told Alex, and once again we all prayed for snow that night as we put the boys to bed.
Friday morning, Angela and Alex came into the bedroom and woke me up. I knew it had to be big if they were up before me and felt it important enough to rouse me from my slumber. Then it hit me… Snow! I hopped up and looked out the window. Sure enough, it had snowed that morning and there was a small accumulation across our property.
We all quickly dressed, and headed out to throw snowballs, make snowmen, and of course make the obligatory snow angels. We laughed, we played, we took pictures and shot video. And that day, we thanked God for answering prayers based on the faith of a nine year-old who just wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.
Alex was absolutely convinced that God would come through for him with snow. He prayed for it. He believed it was going to happen. He ignored the circumstances. He put his trust in the One with all power. And God responded to that faith.
So, for others, that snow was fun. But for us, that snow was faith becoming reality! If you enjoyed the snow last week, you can thank Alex. He believed when others didn’t.
I want to be like Alex when I grow up. I want to be that giant of faith. I want to trust God unswervingly. And if you’ve got something you need God to do for you, let me encourage you today to apply a little Alex-type faith to it!