“I love sunshine!” said Little Snowman to his best friend, Blue Jay, who perched on one of his long, pointy arms.
“I do, too!” said Blue Jay. “The meadow is so sparkly and white, the forest is full of snowy Christmas trees, and the mountain is… aaaaaahh!”
The ground trembled and shook as a huge avalanche thundered down the mountain toward them.
“Help!” cried Little Snowman, “All this shaking is making – – me – – fall – – apart!”
“Oh no! Little Snowman!” said Blue Jay, flitting to a nearby tree.
Little Snowman groaned as his head and tummy toppled off and rolled into the forest. His black bowler hat landed on a bush and his three big black buttons pressed even tighter onto his belly. One pinecone ear squished under his head, and one dark stone eye fell deep into the snow. His carrot nose lay sideways on his face and his five smile stones were crooked.
“Are you okay?” asked Blue Jay as he flew closer and perched on Little Snowman’s hat.
“I think so!” said Little Snowman. “I’ve just come apart. But my bottom snowball is still out there in the… whoa! Look at that!”
The avalanche whooshed by them, knocking Little Snowman’s lower snowball toward them, into the forest.
“Well, at least I’m safe in the forest now, even if I’m in three separate parts!” said Little Snowman. “But how will I ever get back together?”
Blue Jay fluttered his wings and shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I have an idea. I’ll be back!” And he flew off into the darkening sky.
Little Snowman looked around him with his one eye. He saw the shadows growing longer. The trees looked like giant scarecrows waving their arms and swishing in the wind.
He heard wolves’ howls growing closer, and more howls joining in. He started trembling.
As the forest grew darker, he saw flashes of white, yellow and orange. “Oh no!” he said, as he saw the wild eyes gleaming. “Not only wolves, but bobcats and bears, too!” Their howls, screams and growls sounded like a nightmarish concert around him.
“If only I could roll into a hiding place and be safe!” he said.
Then he remembered a song the Good Woodsman had sung to God as he was creating Little Snowman.
“You are my hiding place. You always fill my heart with songs of deliverance. Whenever I am afraid I will trust in you. I will trust in you! Let the weak say, ‘I am strong in the strength of my Lord.’”
He started to sing it softly, barely more than a whisper. Then he sang louder and louder until the whole forest could hear.
A pure, white light filled the area around him. As he sang louder, it grew brighter and brighter, and the haunting eyes and vicious snarls faded away.
As he continued to sing praises to God, owls, possums, and badgers joined his song. The light grew even brighter and the air smelled sweet and soft, like cotton candy.
Bathed in glowing light and surrounded by praising animals, Little Snowman drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep.
In the morning, Little Snowman awoke to the sound of heavy footsteps tramping in the snow. He heard the deep voice of the Good Woodsman, and the familiar chatter of Blue Jay, his friend.
“Help has come!” he thought.
“We’re here, Little Snowman!” said Blue Jay. “I flew and flew and arrived at the Good Woodsman’s cabin way after midnight. I told him about the avalanche and how you fell apart and rolled into the woods. We left right away, but the snow was really deep, so it took us a long time. But we’re here now, Little Snowman!”
“Hurray! Thanks, Blue Jay,” said Little Snowman. “And I’m so glad to see you, too, Good Woodsman!”
The Good Woodsman smiled kindly at Little Snowman and gently put his mittened hand on Little Snowman’s cheek. “You’ve been very brave, Little Snowman. Thank you for your songs of praise in the night. The light that rose from your praise to God shone brightly and guided my way through the dark, snowy fields and forests.”
“Thank you for coming, Good Woodsman,” said Little Snowman. “I was terrified last night when I lay there with the ferocious animals closing in. But then I remembered God was with me and He was my Hiding Place, and I wasn’t afraid!”
The Good Woodsman rolled Little Snowman back out to a safe place in the field and put him all back together, with two extra stones to make his smile even bigger. Blue Jay perched once again on his stick-arm.
“Goodbye, Good Woodsman,” they said. “Thank you for helping us!”
“Anytime, my friends,” he replied. “I’m here for you, always!” And he tromped back toward his cabin.
As Little Snowman waved goodbye, he thought about the One who had created the great white mountain and snow-laden trees and who gave him peace. And his new seven-stone smile curved upwards, bigger and happier than ever.By Annette Ford
When you are afraid, remember to praise God and fill your mind with thoughts of His greatness and strength. The dark beasts of fear will flee from you when you trust God and let Him take away your fear.
Psalm 32:7 You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 56:3-4 When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. In God, whose word I praise—in God I trust and am not afraid.