With the snow pouring from the sky in frenzied flurries, I had tears in my eyes.
Right after I had landed, everyone had told me how absolutely necessary it was for me to get a winter jacket- and soon. Not knowing how cold it would get (it’s apparently colder here than on Mars now), and amidst the many priorities of finding housing and resettling for baby, I put it at the backburner.
But everyone warned me, it would only get colder.
As well-meaning angels started to reach out to pass on baby winter items to us, I began to marvel in amazement at how between them all, almost everything on our list was covered. Yet, my own winter jacket remained unchecked on the list.
That evening, we visited the beautiful home of Cliff’s friend, one whom he hadn’t contacted in years but who had reached out to us in love and kindness. Noticing that she was a stylish, practical mother, we were on our way out with a bagful of second-hand baby items when I casually asked where she would recommend for me to find an affordable winter coat. We had spent some time searching for one with the right price and right fit for a growing belly, but to no avail.
As soon as the words left my mouth, her eyes widened, as she picked up a beautiful winter coat hanging over the chair next to her.
“I love this coat- I told my husband I wanted to pass this on to bless someone. But I couldn’t bear to ask you because it has a tiny hole in the lining inside and I haven’t got it fixed. Would you like to try it on?”
As we left her door with bags of thoughtful gifts for baby, and me wearing the new coat, flurries of snow poured from the sky.
I teared, remembering what another pastor had prayed for us before we left Singapore, that there would be people waiting and eager to bless us to fill our needs when we arrived.
I teared, with the revelation that our Heavenly Father means it when He asks us not to worry, for if He clothes and feeds the grass and the sparrows, should He not care for us too?
That night, it snowed and snowed.
I teared, knowing that of all days, He chose to bless me with a winter coat on the first day it snowed where I was, that it was a cut which fit me perfectly and the exact design of what I had previously described to Cliff, that it was from a brand I would never have bought for myself.
I used to worry that once we came to North America, it might be harder to see God’s hand in our lives, what with the comforts of the developed world.
But I am learning, that such is the love of a Father. He follows and pursues us wherever we go, He makes Himself visible through the invisible, He surprises us with the unexpected when we least expect it.
It doesn’t matter where we are, because His love follows us.
Such is the love of a Father 
