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Most women don’t have supportive Christian women in their lives mentoring them.

We spur women on with the Word of God so that we can approach the Bible with confidence, share Jesus with grace, and speak chatter that matters in a noisy world.

“Let us consider how we may spur one another on…” Hebrews 10:24



Notice Heading (Mel) I was tired. It had been a long day. And all I wanted to do was make myself a cup of coffee and decompress after the work day.

But it was snowing. And the running hug I received from one of my daughters immediately reminded me that just because I thought I was exhausted and had taken off the “employee” hat, my “mom” hat was now fully in play.

So I told my girls they had better get out of their slippers and into some socks. We were going outside.

We “suited up”: boots, snowpants, thick jackets, hats, mittens. As I finally zipped up the final piece of outerwear (mine), I glanced at the clock and couldn't help but quickly calculate just how much time we'd have outside if I still wanted to make it back inside to cook a timely dinner.

It hardly seemed worth it.

We opened the front door as the snow fell soft and silent. Just like a snow globe. The girls immediately took to their silly play, swapping brightly-colored mini shovels and creating snow angels. I looked around and said a silent prayer that the snow would be packing snow and that a snowman could be created – not only because I like making snowmen but because if I couldn't, I wasn't sure what else I could do.

I wasn't sure I knew how to play.

It wasn't long before the girls were calling me, almost frantically from the side of the house.

Mom, Mom, Mommy! You need to come here – there's real snowflakes on the ground!

I had to laugh to myself as I drudged my way through the snow to where they both knelt on the sidewalk...”real snowflakes”.  Aren't they all?, I wondered.

But I soon noticed what they meant.

Snowflake Close Up

I had seen snowflakes before. But never like this. These were big, fat, thick snowflakes. They looked as though they had been punched out of construction paper.

I told the girls I was going to run in the house and grab my camera. They squealed with excitement. While I snapped image after image of the paper punched snowflakes, my daughter said something I hope I don't soon forget.


I love it when you're out here with us, Mom.

Oh, my sweetheart. I love it, too. If only I'd slow down more often to notice His gifts, even when I'm convinced I am too exhausted to see them.

Snowflake Scripture



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