Yesterday, in ways we’re not really used to in the south, our skies “declared the glory of God” (Ps. 19:1.) He opened up His storehouses and said to the snow, “Fall on the earth” (Job 37:6, 38:22.) And fall it did.
So today, with school called off and work put on hold, we played in and tromped through and photographed the white of our winter wonderland. And I kept thinking of the mysteries God declares in the snow. Mysteries of compassion and pardon granted. Mysteries of power and kindness. Mysteries of mercy and of the goodness I get when I really deserve punishment. God speaks a number of times in His word about snow and His ways, which are so unlike our own:
” … though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow, though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.” (Is. 1:18)
“Seek the LORD while He may be found; call upon Him while He is near; let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the LORD, that He may have compassion on him, and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon. For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, declares the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts. For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall My word be that goes out from My mouth; it shall not return to Me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.” (Is. 55:6-11)