I fly down the staircase and burst through the doors like
the building is on fire. It’s not. I’m just beside myself with excitement and
moving too quickly for composure. This is a momentous occasion. An occurrence
I’ve heard much about, seen in movies, tried to imagine, but have never seen
with my own eyes.
 

The first snow flurries of a winter season.



I faintly remember one of my coworkers calling after me as I
bound down the stairs to take my coat, but I don’t even notice the cold. I look
probably every bit like your 5 year-old daughter when she laid eyes on
Cinderella’s castle at Disney World for the first time. With the flood of
missionaries piling out of the offices, curious to take in the first flurries,
comes also a flood of tears from my widened eyes.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
(not exactly what it looked like, at all. I can’t wait to see this though!)

My hands are stretched out in front of me feeling for the
first time this white substance falling from the sky. I am giddy, giggling and
crying at the same time, kind of spinning in half circles as well. I turn and
come face to face with a confused and hesitant DHL man walking up the stairs to
deliver the afternoon mail. Poor guy. I glance above me and see the entire
Logistics Department from AIM crammed into the small space of an upstairs
window, pointing down at me and laughing. I really must look like a lunatic.
But this common thing they call ‘snow’ looks so absolutely beautiful falling
from the sky amongst a backdrop of bare forest and gray sky.


 
This experience was a pure form of excitement and abandonment
that I have not felt since I was under the double-digit age. I can’t help but make
the correlation between being brought back to a child-like state in this
experience and wondering if this is some of what Jesus was talking about when
he mentions child-like faith in the gospel?
 

– the J-Man.
 
What if we reacted to more of God’s blessings with the
reverence of a child?