It snowed. Two years ago that took on a much different meaning. Snow meant finding creative ways to scrape off ice on the car when already late to class and pants permanently wet from the ankle down. I fled from the ominous snow cloud and ended up in Dallas where a snowflake sends a city into deep freeze.
Last night we got over eight inches of snow, which propelled a venture out to the lake to roll a snowman and feel guilty for disrupting the placid snow with our footprints.
This morning, I filled the coffee pot with too much water as my eyes stuck to the beauty outside the window. When I later recovered the coffee and poured a heaping mug, I cozied down with Psalm 51. After a week spent entirely too much on myself, my schedule, my aches, my idea of good, Psalm 51 hit me like a 30 pound snowball. I sat on our sofa reading and catching quick glances outside when these words resonated loudly:
Purify me with hyssop,
and I shall be clean,
Wash me,
and I shall be white as snow.
Make me to hear joy and gladness,
Let the bones You have broken rejoice.
Hide your face from my sins,
And blot out all of my iniquities.
Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Through the death and resurrection of Christ, our precious Savior, He has washed us whiter than snow. The trees outside are covered in snow but I can still see the branches. David writes that our sin is always before us, but Christ’s sacrifice covers us. God sees us as children covered by the righteousness of Christ.
It’s easy to find myself jogging throughout the day – sometimes toward the prize (Heb 12:1-2) and sometimes aimlessly without direction. Praise God to be able to take a walk in His beauty this morning.
