Snow is something that captivates me. I could stare at a snowy field all day. I could fully enjoy staring at the sky gently falling in white flakes. Perfection. It is such a simple and beautiful reminder of the grace of God in our lives. We are constant screw-ups. We fail often. More than anything, we rarely live a consistently pure life.

What is pure? What does it mean to live in purity? I feel like this is a subject God has brought back to me as something that needs to be priority. Being pure means there is an absence of adulterants, contaminants;  to be clean.  I am not sure about you, but am not pure. At least not perfectly pure. I struggle with attitude, behaviors, thoughts, and so many other things that hinder me from being pure in the perfect sense. Yet in spite of the impurities of our lives, God chose to love us. He chose to give us another opportunity. We will probably fail again. And again.

Rather than dwelling in our mistakes or failures, rather than being broken hearted about what you may have done wrong, or where you have compromised… there is grace. It is much like snow. Snow blankets the ground. Everything is white. Its a beautiful parallel to the love of God because we are pure through his love, his grace. It is as if that Love wipes away everything, giving us a clean slate. To love him more. To try harder. To be pure.

With every snow fall I am reminded of the second chance [and third and fourth and so on] that my God graciously gives me. It is not an opportunity to negate that grace, but to start over knowing God loves me for me. His love is here. His love is now. For you. For me. Like the snow, its fresh and beautiful. You can be pure, in spite of whatever your past may be colored with.

“Purge me with hyssop and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit with in me.” Psalm 51:7,10 ESV