I love winter. I love the snow. I love shovelling snow. Yesterday morning I was up early so that I could get at the snow before anyone else. I cleared our driveway and then began on the neighbour's side. It was not long before our driveway was white again. As I went over it once more a thought came to my mind. Snow falls can be symbolic of God at work in my life.
God pours out His grace, much like a blanket of snow. Unfortunately there are things I do, think and say that serve to scoop up that grace and throw it on a pile, exposing the all-too-human and clearly imperfect aspects of my character and personality. In His mercy, God gently sprinkles even more grace over me, cleansing once again what I have marred with my sin. His grace is relentless as the fiercest snowstorm and His mercy as gentle as the lightest snowflakes.
The pile of snow at the edge of our driveway reminds me of the endless supply of grace available to me. And though I was tempted to sprinkle it over the blacktop of our driveway to symbolize God's grace covering my life, I resisted. God's grace may be like snow but when it comes to life on earth, blacktop driveway and mound of white snow beside is the preferred end result.
So I begin this Sunday morning looking out on the white farm fields beyond my back yard, marvelling once again at God's grace...like snow.
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