Snow lingers like reminders of what once was. It rests on the railing and the walk, clinging to whatever pockets of shadows it can find, shielded from the sun's murderous rays.
It reminds me of your grace in its purity, in its ability to cover the landscape and renew everything.
It reminds me of my sin, in its lingering past its welcome, in its muddy appearance as it melts, in the way I plead for it to leave.
Lord Jesus, on this blessed day, may I remember that your grace is stronger than my sin, and that your ability to forgive is greater than my ability to sin.