A couple of days ago, my two daughters were mesmerized by the sight of a fresh blanket of snow sparkling in the morning sun. When my husband asked our daughter who made snow, she answered simply, “God did.”
Unfortunately, that beautiful first snowfall didn’t last long. Today the sun shone down on the same dead, greenish-brownish grass we’ve had for the past month or two. Disappointed, she cried,
“Where’s all the snow??”
“It melted,” I tried to explain. “The sun came out and it got too warm for the snow to stay. It’s ok, though, we’ll get more.”
She nodded assuredly, “Yeah, God will give it back. He promised. God promised to give us more snow.”
She’s right, you know. The very seasons themselves testify to the faithfulness of God.
As long as the earth endures,
seedtime and harvest,
cold and heat,
summer and winter,
day and night
will never cease.