A sweet friend reminded me this morning of the beauty of the snow this Holy Week. It snowed all day yesterday and was still snowing this morning. In the midst of the snow yesterday, I waited. Waited for results of a CT scan done on my oldest yesterday morning. The snow was there, but I didn't reflect on it. It was just another nuisance to my day... At one point I was sitting in my car praying for peace, and the wind was blowing the snow around, and I felt the car sway, and I didn't notice. My once busy, busy Monday, filled with a dentist appointment and field trip was wrecked by an early appointment with my son, a knot behind his ear, and waiting. God gave me peace in the waiting, but my stomach still responded in knots and my nerves still responded with trembling. But I knew His will was the best, no matter what that entailed. So I waited. And I trusted. And it snowed...
6 hours later, the Dr. says he's fine, no infection. Relief. And snow. But just as his mercies are new every morning, this morning my muddled mind was clear of distractions and I saw the beauty. Driving the boys to school, joy filled me as we said, as we do on the way to school, what we were thankful for this morning. Spring Break coming up, teachers, the snow. And my heart sings:
"Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe, Sin had left a crimson stain He washed it white as snow." And there it was, and here it is. A beautiful visual reminder in the last week of March, Holy week, that He has cleansed us - By his stripes we are healed - washed by the blood of the lamb, white as snow. Praise Jesus.
