Today is November 13th. We live in south Texas. Those two things are of great importance to this story.
You see, one week ago today the kids and I were at an outdoor festival. It was steaming hot. The temperature reached a disagreeable 86 degrees with 98% humidity. Pleasant? No. Typical? Sadly, yes.
That’s why when we woke up today to near freezing temps, it was a slight sensory shock. My kids immediately did what any kids do when it’s that cold…they began dreaming of the fluffy white stuff.
But this is south Texas. Snow in general is a rarity. Before late December or January, it is unheard of. However, the statistical and scientific truths of our tangible world rarely matter to children. They have this uncanny and beautiful ability to believe in the impossible and exude hope where none exists.
Therefore, when my children checked the forecast and saw that cutesy little icon of a snowflake by the 9 o’clock hour and despite the pitiful 20% beneath it, there was no dampening of their enthusiastic spirits. In their minds, it was already as good as snowing. They plastered their sweet noses against the plate glass door, added lots of new greasy handprints to the collection, and stared wide-eyed across the yard in anticipation. I think they were expecting ol’ Frosty, himself, to waltz across the back forty.
I hate seeing their hopes dashed against the Texas sun. I warned them (a little wistfully) not to get their hopes up. It was definitely not going to snow in south Texas before Thanksgiving. It just doesn’t. Ever. As I went into my room to get dressed so I could go feed the chickens, I heard a little voice through the crack singing for all the heavens to hear, “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snooooooow! 🎶”
I peeked out and noted there was a ‘snow dance’ accompanying the song complete with a lot of jumping up and down, wild arm waving, and spinning. Very cute. But obviously it changed nothing. It doesn’t snow here. It’s still south Texas. Still November. “I’m sorry guys,” I told them. “It’s just not happening.”
Spoiler: This is the part where Jesus says, “Oh yeah? Hold my wine goblet and watch this!”
I slipped a sweatshirt over my other layers (because Texans don’t actually own coats), pulled a knit hat over my ears, stepped outside…and stood with my mouth gaping. Because that very moment the white flakes began to swirl around me in that beautiful, majical, cleansing manner of snow.
Of course, there was much rejoicing and a lot of giggling as they [we] ran around the farm soaking it all in. The flurry – because a flurry it was – only lasted for 20 minutes or so, but it was snow. Real, beautiful, improbable, falling snow. In south Texas. Before Thanksgiving. In fact, rumor has it that this was the earliest recorded snowfall in our area in history. Say what?! How cool…errr, cold…is that?
Truly a majical, experience. And truth be told, my heart needed a little majic right about then. It’s been a hard week, y’all.
Later, as I sat and thought about this precious little moment in time, I realized something important. I was so busy telling God what he couldn’t do this morning that I forgot to believe he could. I was so intent upon putting (shoving, stuffing) him into my neat little God box built out of limited human understanding and sealed with cynicism that I wasn’t actually willing to believe that He would or even could do something glorious.
But not my kids. They were already celebrating and praising Him for what he could and would do before He even did it. They were not hindered by statistics and finite limits or adult cynicism, but rather fully and unequivocally believed that the humanly improbable was totally God possible.
Faith like a child.
Here’s the thing: Just because we haven’t seen God do something yet doesn’t mean He can’t. Just because he didn’t do something the way we wanted, when we wanted, with whom we wanted doesn’t mean He won’t. Our infinite God isn’t confined or defined by our finite understanding.
As I contemplate these things, I have to wonder where else in my life I have told God in no uncertain terms what he cannot do. What neat little boxes of limited expectation do we shove Him in and slam the lid shut? Our marriages? Our careers? Our ministries? Our children? Our health?
I can’t help but wonder, what if we let Him loose? What of we adopted a childlike stance of faith? What if we dance and sing praises now for the things He can and will do in these areas of our lives…fully believing that He is capable?
Perhaps it’s time we stop hindering Him with the finite limitations of our understanding and tepid faith and truly believe that that the humanly improbable is absolutely God possible. How will it affect our lives, our relationships, our careers, our futures? Our EVERYthing…
I don’t know, but I can only imagine. So today I’m throwing my head back, arms waving wildly, jumping up and down with abs don, and singing to Him at the top of my lungs, “Lord… Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”
Beautifully, brokenly yours,