I love the snow. Living in Florida I don't get to see it anymore. My northern friends say: "Yea, well you don't have to shovel it!" I was born and raised in Ohio and I have shoveled my share. I miss the snow angels I used to make and most of all I miss that one snow each year that comes quietly as you sleep. You awake in the morning and find everything covered with a gigantic white blanket.
I especially remember one morning when the branches of the trees were piled high with snow that looked like it had grown there. The silence was awesome and nothing of the world had yet disturbed the beauty of it. Soon man's footsteps would be seen and much of the snow would become slush. I quickly dressed and rushed to stand in the midst of it all while it was fresh from the heavens.
Answers to prayer come in like manner. The prayers ascend to the Father and then quietly, as you rest in Him, the answers come. The important thing is to awaken to His call and partake of the freshness of His response. Too often we sleep in and the pollution of the world has time to mix with the "snow" and disturb the fullness of His presence.
"Harken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray. My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up." JM