The windows of Heaven were opened



Today we did feel as if the windows of Heaven opened up and rained down blessings upon us. When we woke up it was SNOWING!!!!! Robbie has been asking me for weeks when it would snow. He doesn't believe it can really be winter without snow, and the thing He was most excited about for Christmas was......snow. Of course we live right next to the ocean and get like maybe 2 snows per winter so the chances of getting one this early are slim. I tried to explain that it doesn't happen very often here, and the best thing he could do would just be to pray and ask God for snow. But I told him it might be a long wait......





He was SO excited to wake up to snow, it was just flurries, nothing accumulated on the ground, but it was still snow. I watched it all morning, hoping just a little would accumulate so he could play. Finally right around lunch time it started coming heavy and fast. So we bundled up as fast as we could and ran outside so we didn't miss the fun. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to pick up with his gloves and for he and Maddie to have fun running and chasing and laughing as it blew in their faces. It was beautiful! He was so thankful!




And if the day couldn't get any better, when we got inside we had not one, but 2 HUGE packages from the states. Some very dear and sweet brothers and sister from Connecticut, took it upon themselves to find out things we liked, and spared no expense in the sending of them. We have never even gotten one box this big, much less 2. One entire box was filled with wrapped up presents, and handmade Christmas cards and notes from the kids there to our kids. The other box was full of wonderful things like food and lotions.





We had our own early mini-Christmas opening up the boxes, tearing open the gift wrap, reading the cards, and exploring our treasures. Then we sat together and thanked God for our wonderful friends who took so much time and effort to make us feel loved. We were truly really blessed.



It was just what we needed to help us over a bit of winter blues and to remind us just how much God loves us. He literally does open the windows of heaven on us whenever He sees we need it.

Psalm 103:13 "As a father shows compassion to his children, so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him. For he knows our frame, he remembers that we are dust"

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