The First Step

So Monday night I was a little tired when I got home and went straight to bed, only to wake up the next morning to a strange glow from outside my window. No, it wasn't an alien spaceship... it was snow.
Unfortunately, I also had to drive across town for a 9:00 class, so I wasn't as thrilled as usual with this white turn of events. In general however, there is something very mystical, and almost renewing about snow.
It covers everything. Talk about a makeover! Its like putting a duvet cover on the world! Suddenly you can't see the stains, because its all blanketed in blinding white! (and don't even get me started about the "heavenly storehouses laden with snow!)
It plays no favorites. My 13year old Nissan, and the neighbors brand new Hummer still get covered with the same amount. (and while his seats might warm up faster with their built in warmers than mine will with plain old body heat, we still are both scraping the windshields and knocking snow off our side view mirrors.)
It makes my life interesting. Okay, so remember that little Nissan... yeah, it and snow... not so much friends! It makes my life VERY interesting sometimes! So I have become quite adept at quick handling when skidding, used to seeing my life flash before my eyes, and now don't even stop singing along with the radio when my car decides to travel down the road perpendicular to it instead of parallel. (JOY!)
It reminds me of the fact that my butt is saved. I believe there is a verse about, though our sins be as scarlet, He has washed us white as snow... yeah, that would be me being divinely redeemed, when I absolutely do not deserve it! And I look at the snow, blinding as it is (especially when the sun shines on it--cool analogy!), and wonder at having to go buy sunglasses at this time of the year, and then think that that is what God sees when he looks at me!
It ends. Yes, like all good things, this season must also end. The snow will melt into the ground, providing much needed moisture to keep all the trees and plants alive... and slowly, the snow will bring about renewal in the form of budding plants next spring.
So I throw a scarf around my neck, zip that coat up as far as it will go, and head out into the winter wonderland, to place a couple of well meaning footsteps on the "snows" of time... and leave my print in an unblemished plane!