Winter Reflections Again

Another dazzling morning of sunshine and frigid temps. As I linger before the window taking in the glory of this day, I am, as always, breathtaken at the brilliance of subzero winter white on an unspotted expanse. The radiance of reflected morning sun penetrates; the light seems to pierce my very being, almost blinding my sight. I am convinced that there is nothing more awe-inspiring than the wonder of deep winter snow washed in sunlight. My eyes have never beheld such an unstained beauty in any other setting. The whiteness is pristine, amazingly pure. What could be cleaner?

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Psalm 51.7

In His sight, my cleanness is a dazzling beauty. By His Spirit, His light reflected in me penetrates the darkness of this world with pure brilliance. We, His people, are a breathtaking glory - His glory.

I love such January mornings as this.