I'm a daughter, granddaughter & niece of pastors. I love God & studying the Bible and want to empower others to do the same.
For the Lord says to the snow, “Fall to the earth,” and the torrential rains, His mighty torrential rains, serve as His sign to all mankind, so that all men may know His work. Ice is formed by the breath of God... -Job 37:6-7, 10
I lived in Florida my whole life until I was 34. My first time seeing snow was outside a car window on a spring break road trip to Ohio and West Virginia with an older lady family friend and her young granddaughter. (I’m sure that sounds nonsensical since most states drive down to Florida for spring break, but it was supposed to snow that weekend up north and I wanted to witness it.) Outside the window was pretty, but not as magical as I’d hoped. I did get to play in it a bit when we arrived. The next morning though, the ground was covered in it, though some was gray and slushy, but I played in the snow with the children like one of them. The second time I got to witness snowfall was after I had moved to the Carolinas. That was glorious and everything I’d ever hoped and wished for. I couldn’t stop looking up at it and smiling, despite all the flakes flailing in my eyes and obscuring my vision. I didn’t want to go inside despite my fingers and toes being so cold and almost numb. The next morning, I woke with the excitement of a child with the sunrise, ready to read my Bible beside an open window displaying the snow. But I couldn’t focus, couldn’t contain my excitement at how beautiful everything was. I couldn’t stop staring out the window, like a baby who can’t stop staring open-mouthed at something it finds breathtaking. So God, knowing my yearning desire to delight in His creation, whispered to me that morning, “Go; feast.”
I bundled up in layers and grabbed my phone to take pictures, and I walked up and down the roads and creeks and paths I normally jog every day. Everything that was usually covered in dead (but pretty) leaves was bathed in white, blanketed in a quietness and peace I’d never heard before. I didn’t know first-hand until then about the peaceful silence of snow. I’d never walked streets and paths covered in it, alone while the rest of the world slept. I’d never before stood under a magnolia tree where the snow was already melting, dropping, tinkling with a soft metallic, musical sound. I took almost 150 pictures all that day, at least 50 on the walk alone. I kept hearing the word “feast” in my mind, a feast for the eyes, nourishment for my soul.
There have been a handful of times when I’ve been so surrounded by such beauty on all sides that I can’t stop looking around in wonder, delight, and joy, a deep smile carved on my face as I try to take in all of it, knowing it won’t last and I need to soak it all up, feast on it while I can. I took pictures to remember, but I also was so alive that morning, so filled with joy and so humbled and in awe of the majesty of God, at the beauty He creates and the way He shows off for us, the way He feeds and fills our souls. I played in the snow with my niece and nephew and adult siblings later, even with my parents. We all turned into children, making snowmen and sledding down the steep neighborhood hills, flinging snowballs at each other, hiding behind cars. That day, we all feasted.
But the best part of the day for me was a snow-covered holly berry bush, covered in red berries that stood out starkly against the white snow. It brought tears to my eyes as I remembered the beautiful promise of Isaiah 1:18:
“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”
I know what a sinner I am. I know how ugly and dark my sin is, and I hate it all and wish I could strip myself of ever again repeating any of it, right now, forever. I know that I unfortunately will battle my sin nature every day for the rest of my life. I know I will hurt and be hurt as I fail sometimes, and it disgusts me. It hurts me, knowing I hurt my saving, loving Father, and those humans I love. And yet...white as snow. He has made me white as snow. He redeems me, even my sins, even my mistakes. His love is greater than all my sin and failures. His grace covers me, and He can and will work out all things for His good, even my failures. He doesn’t see the scarred, damaged, broken woman at the well when He looks at me. He sees His perfect, snow-white sinless Son standing in my place.
I feasted my eyes and soul on the symbolism of those berries in the snow because once again, God sent me out, alone, with just Him, so He could remind me of the vast, immeasurable depths of His love for me, of what He has done, is doing, and always will do for me every time I return to Him. He has saved me. I am His. I am as clean and pure white as that glorious snow I couldn’t take my eyes off of. I am His bride, dressed in white, and He can’t take His eyes off my beauty, because He loves me so deeply. That is the message of God, of His love for us, and why He died.
The symbolism is all over nature, including the persistence of hope in Christ, like grass shoots popping up through the snow. The Father repeats His messages of encouragement to me throughout my life in many ways, as I have need of them. When the Father says “Feast; I will feed and nourish you,” He means it. He does it. More deeply than anything else in life ever has or will. I can personally attest to this—whatever the soul’s need is, whatever the nourishment craved, whatever the desire or lack, God has the satisfaction we seek—all of it, for every need.
“Everything I need, in YOU I find. The Father’s love for me is better than life.” - "Let Your Love Pour Out" by I Am They
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. -Is. 55:10-11
For more verses about this, read: Heb. 9:12-14, Ps. 51:2, Dan. 7:9, Matt. 28:3, Rev. 1:14.
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