Last night half of Fort Wayne's kids were up late watching the snow come down hoping for it to keep accumulating. They were anticipating a delay or even better, a closing. Anxious and excited they woke up before their alarm's this morning just to watch the news and see if their dream had come true.
What a small picture of what it looks like to wait in expectant anticicipation for what we hope to happen.
Maybe we should pray like this... watching and waiting for God to move.
Maybe sometimes we have more faith in the snow days than we do in God?
What if we had as much excitement and anticipation for God to hear our prayers for the lost? For the hungry? The sick? The abandoned? The confused? The scared? The helpless?
What if we believed that our prayers could make a difference?
I grew up in Upstate New York so I can totally relate to those feelings of anticipation on those bleak winter mornings!
Next maybe you could explore dealing with the disapointment of unmet expectations.
I was a teacher for 5 years and I can tell you, there are a lot of kids that just wouldn't "recover" if it ended up not being a storm day (here in Florida we have them when a hurricane is expected).
It seems that many of their parents seemed to feel just as easily disillusioned and unhappy as their kids did over even small disappointments.
Think how much the world could change if people could learn to live with compromise, disapointment, and even failure at times. Maybe they would be more likely have faith in a higher power if so many of us wouldn't rather blame their neighbor or community or God when something goes "wrong" for them. Just thoughts. . .