The first shining flakes of snow fell in our yard last week. There is a childlike thrill when I see it begin to snow… a leap of hope and joy in my heart!
The flakes quit almost as quickly as they started. As I drove to work I watched them begin to fall again in earnest.
As they fell, I watched the scarred areas of earth transform into a blanket of white. The clean brightness covered the scars, transforming a bleak, stark, sad landscape into a beautiful thing to behold.
I began to sing the words of an old hymn:
Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
The bright shadow of God falls on wounded souls, it falls on tragedy and heartbreak, it falls on loss and grief. It falls today and washes everything whiter than snow.