Last fall, our ward had several special fasts and prayed often for moisture in the coming winter months. Later in the winter, inches of snow had fallen as we made a lengthy visit to the grocery store. My children and I returned home on slushy, slippery roads.
We pulled into our neighborhood, already lined with 4-foot mounds of snow from previous storms. Driving was difficult and my nervous tension was rising. I asked the children to turn off their music so I could concentrate on getting home safely.Timidly, my 4-year-old son, Jeremy asked, "Mommy, did someone pray for snow again?"
Tension was eased, and we traveled the next few blocks safely to our home.
