Another Fine Day of Shoveling

Last night was a beautiful night of light fluffy flakes gently falling to the ground. I haven't seen snow fall that gently since I was a teenager working at Silver Star Mountain Resort in Vernon, BC. It fell so gently, it could have been a Hallmark moment. It accumulated pretty fast last night so I went out and shoveled after my Tim Horton's coffee, and I am about to go out again and shovel the walk because you can't tell that I shoveled. I love the snow, I don't like the cold that comes with it, but I love the snow. When we were in Texas I would tell people that in Canada we can dress for the cold, but down in Houston, you can only get so naked before it becomes illegal. You can do more in the snow than you can without. Like, outdoor ice hockey, tobogganing, downhill skiing, cross-country skiing, snow boarding, telemarking (not to be confused with telemarketing), snow shoeing, dog sledding, ice fishing, etc.

Snow also brings a freshness to life also. It is pure white, and gorgeous and has a sense of innocence with it. Isaiah 1:18 says, "'Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become as white as wool."

So I am going to go out and shovel the snow, and remember just how much I have been forgiven by God our Father through our Lord Jesus Christ. His crimson blood has washed me as white as snow.