Just another April day in New England, just another layer of snow deposited overnight. Tempted to grumble and complain this morning, as I prayed with zmr while bidding him good-bye for the day, instead I chose to be grateful.
Well, at least, I chose to speak as though I were grateful. It didn’t really sound that way at first. I may have sounded a bit like the Swedish Chef, actually. But I found as I spoke the words, the heart changed, and I am now truly glad for the snow on the ground this morning. It reminds me that Christ covers us and tells us that our sins of scarlet are made white as snow.
Here in the material world the snow covers the mud pit that our land is right now. This earthly snow will melt and transform the mud beneath to an earth that eventually overflows with new growth and that green color I remember from somewhere, long ago. My soul’s covering of white will never melt away but it is not cold. It is filled with love and warmth and light. I have been forgiven. The Lord looks at me and sees the pristine white reflection of His Son. What’s more, He is transforming the mud of my heart to have that beauty inside and out, an eternal spring that transcends time or space or season.
Happy Spring. May you too know the love and grace and mercy of Christ.
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