Tis Snowing ...

... and as I sit here at my dining room table, thinking that it'd be nice to get another message from God today, my Bible falls open to Isaiah 55. (Probably because it's right in the middle.)

And this is what I read while listening to the Trans Siberian Orchestra fill my empty house with big Christmas sounds:

The rain and snow come down from heaven and stay on the ground to water the earth. They cause the grain to grow, producing seed for the farmer and bread for the hungry. It is the same with My word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it.

You will live in joy and peace. The mountains and the hills will burst into song, and the trees of the field will clap their hands...

Dear God,

Thank you for sending today's snow and Your Word. I pray that both will accomplish all that You want them to. Can you pull the ear plugs out of our ears, so that today, when Your Word falls onto us, we can really hear You?

Amen