Whiter Than Snow

 A peace has settled upon the hollow, an exquisite quietness. Snow has come.

A character in my Christmas novella, Grandpa Hack, was fond of singing hymns as he went about his farm chores. His favorite was Whiter Than Snow. This Sunday morning I could not help but join my voice with Grandpa’s, singing the comforting words of that old song as I witnessed the cleansing effect of the snowfall. Even my trashcan was pristine under its cover of white; what had been dirty was now clean.

Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.  

James Nicholson, 1872 (Public domain)

 
My Lord’s forgiveness of my sins has made me clean. His precious pardon each morning means I can have a new beginning …whiter than snow.

I turned in my Bible to the well-known scripture that was the inspiration for the hymn:  

Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean. 

Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.

Palms 51:7 NIV

We were unable to make it to church today because of the snowy roads…but I have worshiped. Thank you Jesus, for the beautiful reminder of your love and forgiveness.
Have a blessed Lord’s Day.

Dee Dee 

The Perfect Heart

I hope each of you dear readers have a lovely Valentine’s Day. Everywhere I turn I see hearts, lace, and cards proclaiming love and devotion. Every year I enjoy walking down memory lane paved with the sweet blessings of Valentine's Days past.

My husband of forty-five years has always given me hearts in various forms. I enjoy wearing the heart jewelry he has given me over the years. A very special necklace is the one he gave me to celebrate the birth of our precious daughter. I wore his gift of a silver necklace comprised of antique hearts to church this past Sunday. 

 

Every year I decorate the old farmhouse with the macrame hearts my mother made for me. As everyone who ever knew her would attest, Mother was very talented at crafts. Aren’t they pretty?

As much as I enjoy all of the love I experience here on earth, nothing can compare with what heaven holds for me.

This Valentine’s Day I pray that each of you know and bask in the Savior’s love. His heart is perfect.

 

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant  or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8

Thank you for your visit.

Dee Dee