Last Wednesday was magical. You see we live in the Southern state of Mississippi, and snow basically never comes our way. But on Wednesday of last week this all changed, we had two magical days of fluffy, white, perfect snow. It was the kind that didn't immediately turn to ice and was great for playing in, we got 5-6 inches (all my fellow southerners can pick your jaw back up from the floor, it is true!). Ben was able to come home a little earlier from work than usual, and we ran around in the cold with our little pup until faces were flushed, and all clothing was soaking wet with melted snow. In a word it was magic.
Our snow day was refreshing on many levels, and called us to rest. The stillness of the entire city was almost palpable and it beckoned to us to cease our business, it summoned us whimsically to an afternoon of childhood wonder and joy. My heart was overflowing.
Later in the evening, Ben and I piled into the truck and went for a drive around town. I found myself in a state of speechless awe as we marveled over trees covered in powdery white snow. Everything has been covered in white.
The Lord brought these words to mind as we were driving, "Though you wash yourself with lye and use much soap, the stain of your guilt is still before me, declares the Lord God." Jeremiah 2:22 This verse always bring me to a sober state of mind when I recall that I can do absolutely nothing about the wicked state of my heart. I am a rebel by nature, when left to my flesh I will choose darkness over light. BUT...quickly the Lord then called this verse to mind."...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
Sweet peace, joy, and gratefulness washed over me in the car that night. I was surrounded by a physical picture of the Lord's promise to me as his child...my sins will be covered, they ARE covered. I am cleansed by the washing of water of the word, and called to wear bright white garments of grace.
Snow, rain, new growth, sunshine, gardens, birds singing...we are surrounded with pictures of the Lord's promises and his unwavering faithfulness when we look to nature. I often forget this as I get lost in the hustle of my busy life, but last Wednesday the Lord called me to stop. He reminded me I am covered and called righteous despite my constant urges to rebel. He reminded me that my righteousness has nothing to do with me or what I try to do right. He reminded me to look to his creation for reminders of who He is. It was a beautiful snow day, one that will always be a sweet memory.