Cold, Comfort

"He casteth forth His ice like morsels: who can stand before His cold?" (Psalm 147:17)

It was 3 degrees this morning. Not a record for the area but certainly a record for me. Any more snowfall and it would've instantly stuck. So cold you can't keep ungloved hands out of your pockets for any length of time. At this temp, breathing can be painful. But the white. The unspoiled white of the snow is a sight to behold. But braving the cold--especially as cold as the "cold" referenced up top--is almost not worth it.

"Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." (Isaiah 1:18)

Notice how the Lord speaks to the white of snow then goes on to compare it to wool. Because while snow is beautiful--the quiet and calm, the borders erased overnight--unless you bundle up, you can't handle it alone. God aims to erase our sin and guilt and then bring us in and wrap us in His love. And keep you warm.

"His head and His hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and His eyes were as a flame of fire." (Revelation 1:14, emphasis mine)

That's where the warmth comes from, just so you know.


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