Whatever He Says

"Mommy come and see the clouds", he said, grabbing my hand in his own little one. He took me to the living room, where three tall windows look out over our front yard. We climbed on to the couch and he leaned forward, pointing out and up. "Look Mommy, the clouds are moving". And indeed they were. Large dark splotches against the sky being blown straight across by the wind blasting through our neighborhood. It whirled around our house and had buffeted the children and I as we walked to the school bus. Heavy, dark clouds filled with rain, sent onward by a forceful wind. Rain clouds, full, bursting, releasing, splashing, cleansing. Blowing wind, sending, wind of the Spirit. Now as I write, clearing skies, patches of blue and clouds turning from stormy black to soft peachy brown. Gentler wind still blows, continues to send, but softer, more subtle. Sometimes I need the force of wind, His wind to blow me with strength where I need to go, so pregnant with all His filling ...

I look and see him gazing, At the snow so softly falling Through the window In the hallway by his room, The quiet, calling. 5:40 in the dawning Thick icing coats the rooftops, While the streetlights still reflect Descending flakes. White coated morning. I wrap my arms around him And we breathe in silent wonder At the world pristine and perfect Wearing frosty robes of splendor. I wake the other small ones Say, “the snow is here, come see.” Eyes open with a smile inside That hours uncommon glee Rejoicing in their voices “Let me see Mom! Dad it’s here!” They bundle up in snowsuits Off we go, the bus is near Deep angels, real, impressions As we wait they roll and play Both the laughter and the romping Keep me warm O’ such a day. They clamber on the school bus And she chugs off Up the hill. Smell of diesel on the air And my heart has had its fill. I return to house and hearth now Where flames are gently glowing. Out my window Like a picture The canopy keeps snowing. I love the first snow. T...