It's Easter!

A few hours ago the snowflakes were like feathers falling from the sky. I can't remember the last time I saw flakes that big. The fact that it is April only solidifies the fact that spring in the Rockies is anything but predictable. We had planned on driving down to Pueblo to go to my mom's church for service and then out to lunch. With the snow we decided against it.

Jackson has been playing in the snow on an off all afternoon. It's a really wet and heavy snow. The branches are weighted down and look beautiful. It's easy to forget that it's spring. What's that hymn- I will be whiter than snow? Why can't I think of it? It's so fitting that today- there is a blanket of white snow on the ground. A complete covering. "Whiter than snow, Lord, Whiter than snow.... Cleanse me and I will be whiter than snow." Jesus help me to remember that you have paid the ultimate sacrifice. There is nothing left undone in your sacrifice. Help me to embrace it. To accept it. To live a life that recognizes it.



Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to live in my soul;
Break down every idol, cast out every foe—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,
Apply Thine own blood and extract every stain;
To get this blest cleansing, I all things forego—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,
And help me to make a complete sacrifice;
I give up myself, and whatever I know—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat,
I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet,
By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;
Come now and within me a new heart create;
To those who have sought Thee Thou never said’st “No”—
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
The blessing by faith, I receive from above;
Oh, glory! my soul is made perfect in love;
My prayer has prevailed, and this moment I know,
The blood is applied, I am whiter than snow.