The snow falls so quietly. Almost deafening. The silence as flakes of heaven float down from the sky. A fresh blanket. It covers and it hides. The dirt. The muck. The ugly. The white so pure takes the place of all the mess and turns it into a winter wonderful land.
Inside my heart stirs. His Spirit speaks. A smile escapes my lips and I turn a thankful soul to the Snow-Giver, the Mess-Cleaner, the Reminder Himself.
My heart fills with dirt and grime each and everyday. My steps become muddy and my feet get stuck in the muck each corner I come across. But He is constantly turning my ugly into something beautiful, something pure and white. And He reminds that it is only b/c of His shed blood that the quiet can exists, that the fresh can blanket and cover and hide the sin that plays so heavily outside. And I inhale big, and relish in the moment of wonder as the world stops but for a brief instance, and I feel the snowflakes as they rest softly on my eye-lashes, and I hear Him as He wipes away and forgives this mess of a heart I have. And I feel the peace settle in and over and I am whole. I am His.
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