there is something so beautiful about the quietness that accompanies snow flurries.
i'm reminded of the seventh verse of the fifty-first psalm:
purify me from my sins, and i will be clean; wash me, and i will be whiter than snow.
king david wrote this psalm when he realized his sin with bathsheba.
broken and guilt-ridden, he called
on nathan the prophet and poured out his soul.
snow is a humble reminder of God's forgiveness.
His grace covers me, and He washes me whiter than snow.
though your sins are like scarlet, I will make them as white as snow.
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