Wearing Winter White

Thursday, May 30, 2013 Posted by Debbie Legg

You know that liquid stuff that drops from the sky occasionally? Yes, I know it’s called rain. Well, actually, in the spring, summer, and fall it is rain. Here in Southern Illinois, winters can get cold enough that instead of rain, we get snow.

I love snow. Yes, it can be hard to drive in and it can drift into piles that make even getting out the door impossible, but I still love it. Snow means sleds and rosy cheeks, hot chocolate and snuggles and snow angels. It means everything I see covered with a beautiful blanket of pure white.

I love white, especially in a season of drab browns and cement grays. It brightens. It softens. It enchants. It covers.

Like worship. Worship is the white of winter. Praising God for everything I know, when all I see and feel is drab cement. Even when I don’t feel like it. ESPECIALLY when I don’t feel like it.

As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. (Isaiah 55:10,11)

Praising the One Who Gives All Good Things doesn’t change the color of the landscape but it does cover it with hope. Snow in winter promises good things to come.