I Just Felt Another One

A Facebook friend of mine shared this beautiful picture a few weeks back.  It’s a shot down Main Street of the little down I called home in northeastern North Carolina for the 12 years before moving down to Georgia.  Significant snow fall is just as uncommon there as it is here in North Georgia.  When snow is mentioned in the forecast people run to the store and buy up all the bread and milk just like they do here….us southerners like to be prepared for snowpocalypse.

Anyways, I love this picture, not only because of the quaintness and the old time feel but because of the memories this particular shot prompts. As soon as I saw this picture, I noticed two things: the snow covered ground and the church.  As I did, words from Isaiah swept over me.

“Come, let us discuss this,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they will be as white as snow;
though they are as red as crimson,
they will be like wool.”  Isaiah 1:18

I’ve never attended services at that church but I have been to several 12-step meetings there. For months and months, I would spend my lunch hour in the basement of that church in a small narrow room. I’ve shared about this room before in another post. “I think the room must have been, at one time, a storage closet converted into a meeting room. As I think back on this now, it was kind of appropriate to be having recovery meetings in a storage closet. You come across and uncover a lot of junk in storage closets.” Advice in a Storage Closet

I had forgotten about this picture and this memory until this morning when I read the following verse in my quiet time:

“Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean;
wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.”
Psalm 51:7

And, then, the snow covered scene, back where it all started, filled my thoughts again.

I remembered the journey, the tug of war matches with the God of the universe, the letting go, and the sweet sweet graceflakes that followed.  They’re still falling today.  I just felt another one hit my cheek.

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