Each branch has a snappy hat of snow and the ditches have all developed pot bellies, bulging with piles of snow. The mailboxes are all cozied up in chin deep drifts. The lake is hiding under a chunky quilt of ice and snow.
And all around is an amazing sound of silence.
There is a verse in the Bible that says this:
"Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool. -Isaiah 1:18
The whiteness of the snow can be glaring, blinding in the light of the sun. There is nothing brighter than snow shining in the sun.
Amazing that we are promised to be white, pure, clean, blinding in the eyes of the Son! The shine of purity will be seen. You can't miss shining snow.
What gets me the most about the snow is the quietness it brings. The world gets muted with a layer of snow on it. And it is in the silence, the hush, that it is easy to reflect, to listen to God, to ask to be made white and pure. There is time to ask to be made clean and whole.
The quietude of eternity sits and listens and waits to do what had been promised;
transform us each and every one.
And all around is an amazing sound of silence.
There is a verse in the Bible that says this:
"Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool. -Isaiah 1:18
The whiteness of the snow can be glaring, blinding in the light of the sun. There is nothing brighter than snow shining in the sun.
Amazing that we are promised to be white, pure, clean, blinding in the eyes of the Son! The shine of purity will be seen. You can't miss shining snow.
What gets me the most about the snow is the quietness it brings. The world gets muted with a layer of snow on it. And it is in the silence, the hush, that it is easy to reflect, to listen to God, to ask to be made white and pure. There is time to ask to be made clean and whole.
The quietude of eternity sits and listens and waits to do what had been promised;
transform us each and every one.
1 comment:
I say...let it snow.
And if logic follows reason, then the fine folk in MI are hearing God a lot more than me in PA.
(Hi NNFF)
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