Counting Snowflakes

The snow drifted down in large round flakes that stuck to the eyelids and  the tip of her nose.  Sarnie  stuck her tongue out. Sarnie counted the snowflakes that floated down to melt on her tongue. Forty five had fallen so far. She loved to count snowflakes.

Eight year old  Sarnie slowly walked to the chicken house counting her steps. Four steps to the garden fence. Twenty four steps along the garden fence, turn right, twenty nine steps along the fence to the chicken house door.

Sarnie loved to count. Mama was always saying, ”Hurry up with those chores Sarnie, and quit your counting!”

 Papa would just laugh and tell Mama, “ Leave the girl alone, she’s going to be an accountant, some day. And then she will need to count!” And then he would laugh great belly laughs.

Sarnie counted the eggs she gathered every day. Sometimes there were seven and sometimes there were ten. She figured the chickens counted too, because they stood and watched as she pulled the eggs from the nest, cooing as she counted each one.  Today there were ten.

Sarnie counted the chickens as she fed and watered them and then opened the chicken house door.  The snow was falling harder now. There were too many snowflakes falling to count. She could barely see the garden fence. She looked around in the falling snow. She couldn’t see her house. She had dawdled too long.

“Mama?” Sarnie yelled, hoping Mama would be standing on the doorstep, waiting for Sarnie. “Papa?” Sarnie cried, but the sound just  absorbed into the falling snowflakes. And all she heard was silence.

Sarnie began to get scared. How would she get back to the house in this blizzard? She was getting cold. She could stay with the chickens and wait for Papa or Mama to come find her, but she wanted to be with Mama and Papa now. The house was only steps away. She knew she had counted them. Then Sarnie grinned. She would count her steps home along the garden fence. Twenty nine steps from the chicken house. Sarnie could hear her voice counting in the muffled silence. Turn left.  The snow was sticking to her face and coat. Twenty four steps home.

 Sarnie could hear Papa calling, “Sarnie, where are you?” as she counted  closer to home.

“Papa!” Sarnie yelled as she ran into Papa’s waiting arms. “I made it. I counted!

Papa hugged Sarnie and twirled her in circles in the thick falling snow. He laughed, great belly laughs as the snow stuck to their faces. 

“You sure did Sarnie!” he smiled. “ Thank God, you counted!”





Finding God

I walked in abysmal darkness many days.

I cried out for love to empty echoes.

I sat alone in a despairing lonely haze

Of endless tears and many woes.


When I feared I had no time left,

That all life had abandoned me,

I fell to my knees in great distress

And called on the Lord God in tearful pleas.


I feared he would not answer me

For I was a worthless soul to perceive.

My despair was my iniquity.

There was no earthly reason to believe.


On bended knee I bowed my head.

I cried tears of shame in the unfathomable dark.

I feared that, to the Lord, I was dead.

I felt no light in my dying heart.


 In a soft wisp of a whispered breeze

He stood before me in a robe of white.

He said “Stand my lamb and I will give you peace!”

“You are not forgotten in this world my child.”


The darkness lifted as he gazed at me

With love shining from his radiant heart

And with a dawning realization I could see

That he had walked with me in the dark.


My Lord had never left my side

I had not wandered through the emptiness alone,

I had chosen in my selfish pride

To trod the darkened path on my own.


I cried at his feet in humbled blame.

How could I have been so blind not to see?

I cowered there held down by chains

Of self-contempt and despondency.


With a gentle touch upon my soul he sighed.

“My child, do not forget that I first loved you!”

“Is it so?”  I desperately cried.

 He smiled. “Believe my love, for it is true!”


Abiding peacefulness entered my heart.

I shed tears of copious joy and abounding love

For a God, from whom, I will never part

On this earthly world and in heaven above.


I have been given a second chance at life

From my God who had first loved me.

Saved from darkness by the blood of Christ.

Grace for all eternity.


1 John 4:19 We love him because he first loved us.







In whispered words of aging time,

The question asked in word or rhyme.

“I have lived my life and rightly given

Where my Lord is this place called heaven?”


No answer on this wilting bed.

In sorrow I must shake my head.

For I alone cannot decide my fate,

I fear for heaven I am too late.


My heart cries out in agonizing sorrow.

“Have mercy Lord until tomorrow.

I promise I will make do my best

I know that then I will pass the test.”


Silence echoes back my cries.

Tears form and weep from my eyes.

I fear that I have failed my task.

One more chance is all that I ask.


Whispered words brush my ear.

“Child of mine do not despair!”

“There is no reason for you to grieve.

All that I asked was that you believed.”



“I believe!” I cry with all my might.

“In the one who died and gave me the right

For a life and love that’s everlasting

In this wondrous place called heaven.”


I see the cross shining bright,

Surrounded by heaven’s glorious light.

The angels are singing in sweet harmony.

Heaven’s door beckons me.


I cry “My Lord, take me away

To this beautiful everlasting place!

I wait to take your loving hand

And walk with you in heaven’s land!”


“My child it is not yet time for you.”

“There is still more work for you to do.”

These whispered words soothe my saddened heart.

“But soon my child we will not part.”


I wake in morning’s beginning light.

My fear is gone, my future bright.

For I know that for me his life was given.

And soon, I will see this place called heaven.



For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.–JOHN 3:16




Snow Poems

Snow Deadline

He marked a line in the snow and said,

“Cross this line and you’re dead.”

And then a snowball whizzed by my head

That’s when the snowball war began.

As I stood in front of our fort of ice

A snowball hit me square between the eyes

And I yelled out a word not so nice.

I brushed off the snow and ran.

“There’s a dead line in the snow out there.”

I said. “Cross it and we’re icicles they swear.”

Someone yelled” We’ll freeze their under wear!”

We laughed and proceeded to make a plan.

That day will go down in snow war history

When we in all our snowball glory

Crossed the snow dead line and took the enemy.

And then… we built a snowman.