DenyAsk

As I look outside my window, I see snow-covered trees and rooftops.  This panorama is so rare where I live that it may not be duplicated again this year, or even next year.  White, fresh, falling like a dream, snowflakes dance in unison to form a powdery blanket of wonder and joy.  Soon, children will step onto the streets, their cheeks rosy with the excitement of a snow fight or the labor of erecting a snowman. Although I greatly enjoy the ethereal beauty that covers the city with each snowfall, I soon feel the need to snap out of the magic.  Maybe because of my not-so-twenty-something age, I compute the difficulties of miry roads, icy driveways and frost-filled air to conclude that maybe all this fleeting wonder is overrated. Or maybe it is because the aftermath of such a snowfall, summed up in slushy, dirty grounds is an adequate parallel to the dirt sin leaves behind on my white and shiny dress. The moment I received the salvation of Jesus Christ into my soul, He...