i’m sitting in the window sipping earl grey while outside in the growing dusk snowflakes dance down. the street lamps have come on, casting an unearthly yellow glow on the whitening landscape. i feel the chill, in spite of the hot radiator to my left sizzling. the soulful christmas music leads my thoughts to home, that iconic ideal that evades my grasp. where does the lonely road lead? in the stillness of the snow i strain to hear beyond the noise, beyond the voices yelling in my ear about who i should or shouldn’t be. in this lovely world i want to walk simply, hand-in-hand with the One who made me and washed me whiter than snow. my sins aren’t simply blanketed like the frozen falling water blankets the earth, no, they are completely cleaned. may He be my joy this winter season.
