By Renaissance Girl
Everyone seems ready for winter to be over. Even I, die-hard lover of snow, find my spirit lifting when the temperature goes above 40 degrees and the ground is free of slush.
So I stepped out of the house this morning, and caught my breath at the blanket of white that I wasn’t expecting. I found myself muttering, “seriously?” as I headed towards the church.
And the phrase went through my mind. Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean, wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Psalm 51 — a cry out from King David in the full realization of his sin — a gateway into Lent. And I found the image somewhat comforting this morning. The world does look beautiful and clean shrouded in snow – and if God can do that to the inside of me. . .