And then the last of January comes, and with it our first blanket of snow for the winter. We throw our usual morning work to the side and bundle up in layer upon layer for this special and rare occurrence in North Carolina. When the snow comes, you might as well get out and enjoy it because by day’s end it will likely be gone.
So the first month of the year stretches long and quiet, maybe even a bit dull — but it ends in joy.
JOY… maybe my word for this new year, and not because I’m feeling it but precisely because I’m not. Last year was shadowed over with a lot of heartache and sorrow, things I cannot share here because it involves other people, stories that haven’t finished playing out yet. But I’ve spent too much time in that sorrow and maybe it’s time to put away the effect of other people’s brokenness and broken choices and move on into joy. I don’t want to miss the beauty and joy that is here even now. I have been given so much, blessed beyond measure, and I choose to see and focus on that.
Only God is able to turn our mourning into dancing. And He is sufficiently able!
He sends the snow from His storehouse and it covers all this old familiar territory with sparkling clean white and just like that, everything is new again. And we are dancing in the freshness of it, reminded of a great God who washes us white as snow.
“Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD; though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.”