White as snow

So far this winter has been one for the books. It has snowed so much it feels like. We had a white Christmas, we've had snow for the last couple of weeks, and it looks like more is on the way. The last snow we had was really beautiful. Everything was covered and solid white. There were no black spots in the road, no grass poking through from the ground. Everything was white.

Washed white as snow...


That morning on the way to work, I was grumbling about having to go to work. I didn't want to get out in the mess, it was slick, and it was cold. I stopped at a redlight and could see a hill completely covered. My thoughts started to wander a little. The snow was so perfect. Untouched by warm temperatures, sleds, and footprints. It made me think of my life with a Saviour. How, once, my sins were as scarlet, but He washed them white as snow. Perfect, untouched, snow.

I think sometimes we need that reminder. That our life would be dark without the blood of Jesus washing us white as snow. I'm thankful for the reminder, no matter how cold, icy, and dreary it was that day, my life was warm with the Son.