Tiny, and I mean tiny snowflakes were drifting out of the sky and landing softly on my black shirt. I looked down, and on my shoulder was a perfect snowflake. Even without a magnifying glass, I could see the six perfect arms of that miniscule flake.
I was freezing cold, but all I could think was that I wished I did have a way to more closely examine this one tiny creation. I looked up and wondered how many millions of different formations were falling all around me. I marveled at my God who created them and right at that very moment was aware that I was thinking of Him and snowflakes. Then I imagined the snowflakes were the prayers that God was hearing – repetitive, pleading, sorrowful, thankful, and some full of agony – millions and millions of them every minute.
Just as God made each flake unique, He treats every single prayer with that same care.
If we had to listen to most of our prayers repeated back to us, we’d yawn and squirm in our chairs – so boring; but God, His power beyond our comprehension, does not complain. He patiently listens and answers and comforts.
We don’t need the remarkable snowflake to show us God’s greatness, but for me, it was just one more reminder of the awesomeness of God.
My God, who crafts the snowflakes and makes them fall from the sky, is so personal that He cares about every minute detail of what makes me into who I am.