A herd of elephants woke me this morning
in the form of three children.
Here they are on the balcony of my room...
"It snowed! It snowed! It snowed!"
Not quite enough for a good snow angel...
But enough to make the woods behind our house
The road to our neighbors pony.
The Cozy Santos Cottage welcomed these rascals with
a full breakfast: ham and eggs, cinnamon bread straight from the oven,
and two full pots to warm their bones; creamy hot chocolate and jasmine tea.
Yet, Middle Skittle complained.
She didn't notice the warm welcome.
Focused only on her loss, she came in with a protruding lower lip and furrowed eyebrows.
"The snow is melting! I didn't get to finish my snow fort! I don't want to do school."
"Naomi, didn't you pray for snow last night?" I reminded her.
"And didn't the Lord answer your prayer?"
"Did you have fun playing in it? Did you have fun on your walk to visit the pony?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Wouldn't you rather be thankful than complain?"
"Yes. But I want more!"
And there it was. Me. I was looking in a little mirror at myself.
Aren't we all like this at times? Focused on our "losses" rather than the constant provision of our Father?
Sophia commented on how cozy our house was with the snow and the nice breakfast.
God is the one who created us with emotions.
He made us to enjoy comfort and coziness.
When we feel these, Thank God.
A little cottage and a warm breakfast is not the only way to experience comfort.
It can also be a smile from a friend, the sun shining, sitting in a chair,
closing our eyes and taking a deep breath in the midst of conflict.
Can you see the comfort of God in the details of your life?
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights,
with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
He comforts us.
Let us also comfort others.