Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Can You Feel the Thrill?

What can we say? We are Southerners! There's nothing quite like the thrill of an anticipated winter storm aka SNOW! If the forecast says snow, snow is our main topic of conversation. We can't stop thinking about even the possibility of the glorious white, powdery miracle that may soon blanket our existence with pure sweet joy and a certain still serene calmness. Everything shuts down in our small town of Georgia and I mean e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

Everything that is but the excitement of us humans frolicking in the snow! SNOWDAY! Do you wanna build a snowman? YES, yes we do! Want to make some snowcream? Duh, can't have snow without it. Are you riding up the mountain where there is even more, deeper snow? Not chancing a wreck, but you go ahead, have fun! Glad I bought that new plastic 30 gallon trashcan. The lid makes a wonderful sled. Two hours into snowfall on a snowday and we're already wondering if school is out tomorrow too! Then...

"Please make sure you stomp that snow off your boots before you come in!" Wet floors are annoying. "How many times are you going to change your wet clothes?" The laundry is piling up. "Do you mind sledding down another part of the yard? Not gonna have any grass in that spot come spring!" By Day 2 of the most exhilarating thing we've seen this year, we are SO OVER IT! Ready for shorts and 80 degree weather. It was fun while it lasted.

Can you feel the thrill of the snow? Not the white precipitation that falls from the sky but the kind of cleansing power of snow described in Isaiah 1:18. "Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool."

Once you catch the thrill created by the saving blood of Jesus, it is permanent, lasts forever, eternally! You don't have to wait for a snowday or even Sunday. Forgiveness never gets old. Day 2436 it's sweeter than ever! You can't find any snow deeper or whiter than that in your own soul so no danger of wrecking searching for it. Your robe of righteousness never needs washed again or changed for laundering. Warning: Salvation may create a puddle in your floors from tears of thankfulness. Trust me. The puddle is SO WORTH the mess.

What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Oh! Precious is the flow that makes me white as snow; No other fount I know, NOTHING BUT THE BLOOD OF JESUS!

Can you feel the thrill?

Overly thrilled,
The Happy Handicap

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