Snow

Don't kill me. It's just a title, okay?

We're getting close to that time of year in Canada, where the snow starts falling and doesn't stop until June(ish). Now, Canadian snow is quite something.

My little sister Tiana has a pen-pal in Texas, who talks about snow there, and how it almost covers the grass. We think that's very cute.

When the snow finally starts in for real, rolling up its sleeves and shouting "alright, alright, I'm ready!", EVERYTHING is covered. Tonnes and tonnes of snow falls down. Mountains of snow.

It's always amazing to me how my perspective of the landscape changes from winter to summer.

I feel much shorter in the summertime.

So, I think for me, and my overall experience with snow over the course of twenty-one winters, does add something to my reaction to this verse:

Isaiah 1:18 “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."

The thing about the snow here, is that it thoroughly covers everything. There is no chance for any ground to be showing. Everything is white and covered over, and you'd be hard-pressed to dig all the snow away and reveal the ground beneath.

There is no sin too great for God.

He is ready and waiting to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

It's all gone. He thoroughly forgives and covers us.

There's something beautiful about snow, eh?