I just tucked Maggie Marie into bed (yes she has her own bed and yes I tuck her in and yes you may judge me now). I turned off the Christmas tree lights and blew out my pine scent candle. I lay down on my couch, turn on my outside lights and look out my bay window upwards towards the towering pins that line my driveway. As I look up, snowflakes the size of dimes and pennies fall from the night sky. With each snow flake that falls the ground becomes a vibrant glittering white.

I haven’t gone out much nowadays and so it’s as if the earth that the snow falls on is untouched and the snow pure. The only sound is my generator running, pouring juice into my house to get me through the night but even that purring is a comforting sound to me now.

There’s something about snow that stills us, at least for me. It causes me to stop and the wonder of watching it, has yet to get old. Snow constantly reminds me of Psalm 51:7

“Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.”
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So maybe I’m still in awe because the snow reminds me of what Christ did for me on the cross. He purified me and washed me whiter than snow. If you live anywhere where it snows, you know what that whiteness looks like.

And so I sit and I watch tonight. I watch each flake fall on teaberry acres with an awe and wonder that Jesus Christ, the King of Kings has washed me whiter than the snow.