The Promise in the Snow

Yesterday, I wore a sweatshirt outside and grilled fish for dinner. In January!

Opening the shades today reveals a dramatically different world. Extraordinarily changed.

We woke to snow. Beautiful. White. Cold. Sparkling. Snow.

The gray skies hang with heavily laden clouds eager to release their contents.

As I look out the window, while sipping my tea, I listen to the soft hush of the snowfall. Mesmerized by the large flakes falling quietly to the ground, my soul and mind still.

Soft. Quiet. Hushed.

The world seems to pause.

No more dead grass hanging its head in surrender.

No more dusty dirt roads.

All is now white. New. Pure. Breathtakingly crisp. Even in the gray.

Simple, life-giving refreshment for thirsty soil.

“… Though your sins are like scarlet, I will make them as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, I will make them as white as wool.” Isaiah 1:18

“Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.”      Psalm 51:7

Quietly, gently, God’s promise washes over me. The snow a sweet reminder of His grace wrapped up softly in this new day.

Simple, life-giving nourishment for my soul.

Forgiveness.

“Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow;
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”

Peace. Joy. Redemption.

White as snow.

Today’s gift came wrapped in softly falling snow.