“Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.” — Psalm 51:7
Today, snow is falling across the country. It covers what is worn, stained, and uneven. Roads are quiet. Edges soften. What was harsh only moments before is muted beneath a clean, white blanket.
David’s prayer in Psalm 51 comes from a place of deep awareness of failure, regret, and the longing to be made new. He does not ask to be excused or explained away. He asks to be washed. To be cleansed. To be restored from the inside out.
Snow does not erase what lies beneath it, but it changes how we see the landscape. In the same way, God’s mercy does not deny the truth of our brokenness – it covers us with grace that invites healing and renewal. What feels heavy, marked, or beyond repair is not beyond God’s ability to make clean.
On days like today, when the world feels strained and hearts feel weary, this verse offers a quiet hope. Not the kind that shouts or rushes ahead, but the kind that falls gently, snowflake by snowflake, reminding us that God is still at work, still cleansing, still making all things new.
Perhaps today’s snowfall is not an answer, but an invitation. To pause. To breathe. To trust that even now, God’s mercy is falling – silently, steadily over us and this land.
Lord,
As snow falls quietly today, we ask that Your mercy would fall just as gently upon us.
Wash our hearts, restore what feels worn, and make us new again.
Help us to trust in Your cleansing grace and to rest in the hope that You are still at work.
Amen.
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