Snow Falling

There is something so captivating about snow falling.
It calls me to witness. Beauty. Pristine.
It covers the dingy, the ugly. The black.
Fresh snow makes all things new.
And isn't that what grace does?
"In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace that He lavished on us."
       Ephesians 1:7-8
He lavishes, pours down upon us, His grace.
Covering our dingy. Ugly. Black.
Like snow piling up, He piles up mercy, kindness, undeserved favor.
He richly bestows. Beauty. Pristine.
So I stand at the window and marvel.
At snow falling.
And grace poured down.