A moment of joy, an hour of worry- it’s snowtime! Watching, transfixed, as snowflakes stream past the window. The inner child screams gleefully, then the older curmudgeon grumps and mutters. And that’s just me.
It has to be said that we rarely get much snow in Bognor. My old haunts in Derbyshire, Devon, and Bedfordshire probably saw more snow today than we get in a decade.
Rather than complain about snow (or the lack of snow) I simply want to quote Isaiah speaking to God:
Psalm 51:6-7 New Living Translation
But you desire honesty from the womb,
teaching me wisdom even there.
Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
The one undeniably good thing about snow is that it covers up all the eyesores and mess that surround us every day. Psalm 51 is a psalm of repentance and lament: and David writes down his heartache- but doesn’t stop there! God can forgive, purify, wash us clean- whiter than snow!
That’s a snowtime that should fit into our lives daily: Lord, make me clean!
The Reflectionary 