It was a cold winter day and the entire family was snug in our warm house. Everyone that is, except for our six-year-old Jonathan, who insisted on playing out in the snow. As I happened by an upstairs window, I noticed Jonathan had made a giant snowball in the yard across the street.

My wife stopped by to see what I was so interested in. Just then, Jonathan began to roll the giant snowball across the street. Our other three children joined us as we began chuckling to ourselves. Jonathan had reached our side of the street with his snowball and was trying desperately to get it up the curb.

After a few unsuccessful tries at pushing it, he backed up about ten feet for a running start. Failing again, he tried lifting it and finally in frustration gave it a kick! Suddenly, he knelt in front of the snowball with his hands folded and head bowed. My nine-year-old, Jeana, was immediately dispatched to help the Lord answer Jonathan's prayer.