(…from last week: “Oh, God, you’ve gotta help me!” While still moving straight for the curb, I remember incredible peace washing over me. Staring at the green patch ahead, I heard myself laughing. Great! I’m going to die laughing in this accident.)
Someone on my right blew their horn and waved me in.
I don’t remember if it was a man or a woman or another almost twenty-year-old like me. I do remember having lots of questions about God thereafter. Still do, if I’m honest.
Four years ago, after my husband’s stage 4 cancer diagnosis, I maintained a stoic front. Inwardly, I believed God and took Him at His word. But wanted, needed something personal. Something from Him to show me that even though I didn’t see it, He was still working, still moving on our behalf. That He cared about what was happening to my husband. To me. That He was still available, able, and in control of every aspect of our lives.
While I pictured those same crossroads in Sacramento, CA and my car heading straight for the curb, my conversation with God was obviously different this time.
I believed His every word. He says, and I believe, He is always with us … all the way to the very end (Matt. 28:20b). As though He needed it, I reminded the Lord of His many promises throughout all generations to be Emmanual–God with us. I recited His provisions to His children. His miracles and healing hand. His might and power.
I got in the car to go to lunch with a group of Bible study friends. As I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, I again asked God for something personal. To let me know He was with me. A mental check of His goodness, His presence throughout the Old and New Testament brought no startling revelation or singular peace.
Walking into the restaurant, beyond frustrated, I took a deep breath and exhaled. That’s when it hit me so hard my brain jolted.
My first breath was proof of life! Not just my life. Proof of God’s existence! Proof of His personal love for me. For each of us. His breath gives us life. He created us for His purposes. Our lives were, are, and forevermore will be personal to Him.
That afternoon, in an effort to capture what God showed me, I penned the first words to A Snowflake’s Adventure.
…four years later, my husband is living with cancer and doing well.
A Snowflake’s Adventure is a story of God’s personal love. To my husband. To me. To every child He’s ever created. Unique. Purposeful. We are His one-of-a-kind design. Each. And. Every. One.
P.S. As of 10/14/21, A Snowflake’s Adventure is #1 on Amazon’s list of Hot New Releases and #20 on its list of Christian Children’s Early Readers! That’s what God did!! <3
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