transparent.

And as I look out the window, watching raindrops kiss the cement, I am reminded of this:

Great is Thy faithfulness,

Morning by Morning,

All I have needed, Thy Hand hath provided

Great is Thy faithfulness

Lord unto me.

The crisp smell of new earth penetrates my heart, as rainfall is so rare in Southern California. It awakens that distant dream of being a farmer’s wife, listening to the rain hit our barn’s roof, drinking tea, listening to hymns of old.

            I am aware that the farm-life is not so pituresque, like Country Homes magazine covers, but there is a deep sigh that escapes my mouth when those precious rain clouds appear, even if just for a moment. And the rainfall whispers truth of My Savior’s beauty–His ability to make all things new. His refusal to revoke the purity His blood has bestowed upon us.

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Psalm 51:7

Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord;

Though your sins are like scarlet,

They shall be white as snow;

Though they are red like crimson,

They shall become like wool…

Isaiah 1:18

There is a transparency to rain that goes beyond being clothed in white. Snow melts to reveal new earth, to reveal new life. We lift snow with our hands, we taste the frozen forms of water, we laugh as we create different figures—the gift of snow is a gift created by the purity of rainfall. The white snow is not white at all, but rather a culmination of little ice droplets, forming a snowflake. The outpour of the grace of God, the purity he lavishes upon us, it goes far beyond a snowflake touching an extended smile; to become white as snow, the purity God bestows is literally flooded upon us, water freezing and then finding partner after partner, until it creates a community of precious raindrops. Oh to be white as snow goes much deeper than the Crayola White. There is a transparency to the snow that is often overlooked. Jesus’ blood was not shed to merely cover up our sin, but to wash it away completely. And as I walk with him through this journey of healing, I see the white melting to reveal the new creation slowly shine through. 

and all at once, i look out the window, 

and i see the moon, 

and i remember

that You are with me still.