God is Like a Snowstorm


When I was a kid, God was like a Michigan snowstorm. When the snow blew in and the drifts began to rise, I enjoyed only the good things that came from such storms. Things like a holiday from the drudgery of grade school, ice skating on the lake, games of King on the Mountain, sledding, and hot cocoa breaks. Other than my dad’s occasional “You only like it because you don’t have to drive in it” comments, I was oblivious to anything other than fun. The same was true of my understanding of God. Like the drifts that reached the roof or the giant icicles, God was big and powerful. He could do anything and I believed it. In true childish self-centeredness, I mostly focused on the “fun parts”. Not just the things God could do, but the things He could do for me. After all, in my mind all of life was about me, me, me. Why should God be any different?

When I was in my late teens and early twenties, God was like a Georgia snowstorm. He existed, of course, but for a time He became smaller to me. Faith and reason battled within me. I wondered if maybe it was time to put things into an educated, reasonable perspective. Was He really the big deal my parents made Him out to be? Was He really that powerful, that all-knowing, that in control? Did I only believe because that’s what I had been taught all those years? Lots of other people doubted Him, His Word, and His control over this world. There were days I wondered it they were right. When the sun is shining and a balmy breeze blows, it’s easy to forget the millions of people scraping their windshields clear each morning.

As I grow older, God is like a Minnesota snowstorm. I see evidence of His existence every day. He is in His Word, in my heart, and in the lives of others around me. He is bigger and more powerful than I ever thought, but He’s more. He covers us with a heavy blanket of grace, forgiveness, and love. And even though I’ve seen Him all my life, His beauty takes my breath away in a new way.ย And just when I think my heart and mind can take in the smallest bit of His greatness, I remember the Minnesota snowstorm once again. And I realize that in all the snow that stretches across these fields, that falls through the night and swirls into drifts, that gathers itself into frozen mountains, there is not one snowflake that matches another. I must admit, in the words of King David, that “such knowledge is too wonderful for me; It is high, I cannot attain it.” (Psalm 139:6)

This winter, whether you’re blessed with a blizzard, whether your blessed with sunshine and warmth, or whether your blessed with something in between, I pray you believe that the God Who controls all things is the same One Who gave Himself to save you.

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12 thoughts on “God is Like a Snowstorm

  1. This is beautiful. Have you checked out Christian Writers? It should be published for all to see. Hope you all have a wondrous Christmas.

    1. Oh, thank you, Linda! I have not looked into Christian Writers, but I definitely will. Thanks for the suggestion and have a blessed Christmas as well!

  2. Beautiful post — as always. I remember how much my dad loved snow! He would play in it with us for hours while Mom stayed inside and washed dishes and put together jigsaw puzzles.
    I really miss you, Pastor Mayhew and all your wonderful children.
    May God warm your heart like a cup of hot chocolate!
    Blessings on you this Christmas!

    1. Thank you, Ann! My sisters and I have similar memories of our dad playing in the snow with us. It sounds like a nice break for your mom, too! We are missing you, Bill, and everyone else at Zion, too. Sometimes my head spins when I think of all the changes from the past year! Praying you have a very blessed Christmas, too!

    1. Hahahaaaaa! Thanks, Cath! I’m not such a fan of the cold, but I’ll put up with it if it means I get the snow, too. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Great analogy! And while this was not the purpose of your post, and trivial compared with the whole point of it, I love that you can take me back to Michigan winters and make those memories so vivid in my mind with just a few sentences!! And did Dad really say that? I only remember him being fun in snow!

    1. Ah, yes. I always love going back to a Michigan winter in my mind. Such happy memories! And Dad was lots of fun in the snow, but I definitely remember him saying that…probably on days he had to run the mail route. ๐Ÿ™‚ But I think the fun things he did for us like building snowmen, forts, and Echo Valley trips are a big part of the reason I love snow so much. You’re wrapped up in lots of those memories, too, by the way!

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