Mary, Julia and I have been praying for snow every night this month. Tonight Mary says to me:
"Mommy when is the white stuff going to come?"
I felt bad for encouraging this since it is not something that happens where we live very often.
So I really needed for her to understand that even when we pray, sometimes our prayers are not answered the way that we want them to be.
"Mary God is our Father and sometimes he is just like Mommy and Daddy and he says NO. It is always for our own good. We don't know why he is saying NO this time, but just keep praying and if God thinks the snow is something we need he will show us."
She actually seemed to understand. Phew.