The glistening white snow reminds me of Isaiah 1:18.
"Come now, and let us reason together," says the Lord, "though your sins are as scarlet, they will be white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they will be like wool."
I'm thankful for this beautiful snow and a warm house. But more importantly, I'm thankful that the Lord died and rose again for me, that His blood cleansed my life and made me clean, white like snow.
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