Like most households, the chaos of our day always comes to a head at dinnertime.
Last night, after driving home in a blizzard, I found myself up to my eyeballs in bedlam. I was scurrying around steaming veggies, checking the lasagna (which was taking forever), tidying up, and setting the table. Kids clamored at my feet, pelting me with questions and requests for snacks.
Like Pavlov’s dogs, they’re always hungry for food and my attention right at 5:00. Even the poodle was in the mix, pacing around, trying to sneak a snack off a dirty plate in the dishwasher, and barking at my husband out plowing the driveway.
My teenager wandered into the fray with a dreamy look on her face and asked, “Mom are you seeing this?” I impatiently inquired what she was talking about. Because all I could see was the pandemonium involved in getting dinner on the table before I launched all the little kids and dog into the snowstorm raging outside.
Incredulous, she pointed out our huge window. “THIS!”
I gazed outside and saw a pink hued world. The snow was pink. The sky was pink. Even the air had a pink tint. It was eerie and beautiful and mesmerizing. All five kids pressed their noses against the glass to stare in awe at the wonder of it.
I murmured a little thanks to God and marveled at how cool it is that light from the setting sun had refracted through the clouds to cast this hue on the snow.
This is 2015 and its almost a sin to not document a moment like this, so we hauled out our iPhones to snap some pictures of this Instagram-worthy phenomenon.
Here is my profound post:
Later I noticed my daughter had posted the same picture but with a different caption:
Twice in one night my daughter directed my attention where it belonged.
Of course I had given a thought to God’s creativity, but my science-minded brain had paused to consider the explanation behind the breathtaking view, not the artist. But that artist created the sun, the clouds, the light, and the interplay between them which resulted in such an incredible display. THAT is amazing.
Today I am thanking God for the gift of our pink snowfall. What a magnificent reminder of God’s glory and creativity. And I am thanking Him for my daughter’s faith and boldness in reminding her mama and friends to stand in awe of the creator of all things. #godisamazing
P.S. Gillian made fun of my lame caption today. I informed her we are going to go through some scripture together on humility. She said she will follow that by taking me through some scripture on giving God the glory. She is witty, that one.
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