This morning we awakened to 4″ of new fallen snow.  It is breathtaking and beautiful.  When you step outside the silence of the moment allows the Holy Spirit to speak Father’s heart through that silence.  But with all it’s beauty also comes the work of snow removal.  Four inches doesn’t seem like much, but when you have to move it, it can be a daunting task for senior citizens!  Rog went out ahead of me to get started and he had about half of the driveway cleared when I came on the scene to try and help him.

In our new neighborhood we have a steep hill and the end of the driveway is at the base of this hill.  When the road plow comes off that hill, he is pushing a huge mountain of snow and as he maneuvers the curve it dumps a lot of that snow right at the base of our drive way.  This morning there was 4″ on the flat of the driveway, but the berm at the end of the driveway was about 14″ deep!  If you have ever cleared snow, you know how packed it becomes when it is pushed up like that!  I knew it was going to be a very long morning and possibly take us most of the day to remove that berm!  I decided to do what I do best; talk to my Daddy about it.  I said a very simple prayer, “Father, could you please send us an angel with a plow?” (Our snow blower is still in the shop for repair!)  We continued working the end of the shovel while we were still a long ways away from that berm!

I stopped to lean on the end of my snow shovel for a rest and looked up the hill.  Coming down the hill towards us was a fellow on a 6 wheeler with a plow on the front.  Rog waved to him and when he stopped Rog asked him if he plowed for others in the neighborhood.  He said, “No Sir, I was just up the hill plowing out my in-laws.  Would you like me to plow that berm for you?”  My heart leaped with joy!  Rog asked him what he would charge and he said, “Nothing, it’ll only take me a minute and I’m happy to do it for you.”

He was right, he made a few short passes and voila the berm was gone!  When he finished, we asked him again if we could pay him for his labor.  Again he said, “Absolutely not!”  He told us his name was Seth and he lived just up the block a ways.  He shook hands with Rog.  We both thanked him and declared what a great neighbor he was,  and away he went on down the hill.  As he rode out of sight I just stood there with tears rolling down my cheeks.  The angel I’d asked my Daddy for had come and gone blessing us beyond measure!

BLESS YOU SETH and THANK YOU FATHER for sending us an angel named Seth!