The snow storm we had a few weeks back painted a beautiful picture as I looked out from inside my house. Blankets upon blankets of fresh snow covered my yard and neighborhood and before I knew it we had snow up to my butt. (Probably everyone elses knees but my butt.) Really I didn't mind it because it gave this gal a much needed reprieve from the normal every day work day. No one was forced to go in to the office so I burned a sick day and snuggled in and caught up on some much needed cleaning and landry.
I must say, that I absolutley love the change in seasons where I live. Old Man Winter may not be my favorite guy, but he does have his moments. Whenever that beautiful white fluffy stuff falls from the heavens a certain hymn runs through my mind:
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
The winter snow that fell this day reminds me so much of the grace that falls freely for those who believe. It coats the ground with a fresh new layer and brightens the gray that tries to dim our days.
After the snow falls and is laying there for a few days,however,I begin to forget. I begin to overlook the beauty and I begin to see the dirt that forms from passing cars and salt trucks. And before you know it, its turned black.
I tend to compare my faith journey to that right now. I know I am saved and that his sacrifice has washed me white as snow. However, it doesn't take long for me to feel dirty and black. If I don't take the time each day to sit with Him I begin to focus so much more on what I am not rather than what I am with his love and grace.
When I fellowship with Him, it is then that scrape off those ugly layers of dirt that try to weigh me down and darken my days. Without Him I would have no hope and no light. Without him...I would be lost.
Sweet friends, may your day be spent embraced in the love and grace of our Heavenly Father.
