I caught myself longing for spring the other day. When I realized what I was doing, I audibly gasped and changed the direction of my thoughts. Longing for spring in the middle of January in Michigan can be a bad move. Lest I forget – it snowed April 1 when we moved back to Michigan and it snowed last May the day of our 25k race. Brr!
The snow is pretty though. I’m sitting here eating breakfast, drinking coffee, and the world outside looks like a snow globe. Big fluffy flakes are falling to the ground blanketing the slumbering vegetation in pure white. I’ve always loved Isaiah 1:18 “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” Sometimes I think God used the snow analogy so that in the dead of January while we’re longing for sunshine and green grass and fresh flowers and growing gardens that we could see redemption in the snow. It brings covering to the lifeless land, just as we’ve been covered by the cleansing of Jesus’ blood. Our lives too have been given a new landscape.
And now, where are my snow boots? It’s time to go shovel the driveway. I love the snow. I love the snow. I love the snow. Oh who am I kidding? I love the snow as long as I’m not shoveling it!