Second Chances

What a great week we have had! This last Thursday we had the biggest snow storm in a long time in Texas. To me, it was more than a snow storm. It was God speaking who he is directly to me. Let me explain.... This last Christmas Eve we had snow for the first in probably almost 80 something years. I had to admit that on that day I had the "Martha" mentality. I was running around doing last minute Christmas stuff, fretting about the food for the next two days, and getting last minute decorating and house cleaning done. I had a great afternoon riding around town with Jonathan and later Aaron. When I got home, I knew I would have to slide in my nicer clothes and be on my way to Christmas Eve service. The kids and their father had been given explicit directions to take a bath and put on nice clothes. Well..... They did not. I was irritated, very irritated. We got to Christmas Eve service late due to the weather, and looking like a bunch of homeless bums. I sat through a beautiful service angry. The next couple days turned my anger to sorrow. I had missed it... In my anger and pride, I had missed it! I had missed the intimacy of celebrating Christ birth with my family and church family and the joy of playing in the snow. We never played in the snow... I cried out to God asking him to forgive me. To forgive me for not taking advantage of those moments he gives us. I asked for a second chance... Guess what? We had even more snow than we did on Christmas Eve. We made snowmen, we went sledding at midnight after I got off a shift at the hospital. I have learned that everyday is a gift from the Lord.