When you Wake up to His Abundant Mercy and are Made Whiter than Snow {#Morevember}

"Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; 

according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions. 

 . . . wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."

(Psalm 51:1,7)

There are times you want to hibernate with the bears and wake up in the spring.

Escape the pain and wait for the joy to return.

But the long dark days have barely begun and the only way through to new life is to walk the way of death.

Although death no longer has the victory, there is still a very real struggle with the darkness.

So what do you do when you don't know what to do with all the loss and pain and anguish?

These are dark days.

Days of trial, terror, and typhoons.

Days when doctors tell you to come back for biopsies.

When brothers refuse to talk to each other.

Days when mothers wail.

When fathers walk away.

Days when daughters cut and cry out for love.

When sons flounder, lost, longing for affirmation.

Days when babies are buried.

When sisters talk about and tear each other up. 

The way these days hurl us against the waves leaves us battered. 

Tossed and torn, ripped and ragged, struck down and troubled on every side.

But not in despair.

From our mother's womb we knew sin. 

But darkness never has the final word.

Light always shines forth.

Mercy is poured out and washes the dark stains bright.

Morning breaks and we wake to a winter wonderland. 

A delicate white covering the deadness of autumn.

For what can make sin whiter than the snow that falls down fresh in the morning, like new mercies? 

Nothing but His blood.

His crimson blood that makes the scarlet sin whiter than snow.

He has made us whiter than snow and His never-ending mercy, steadfast love, and grace know no end.

So no matter the turmoil we face in this life, as we trust in His goodness, He gives us hope and the confidence that our sorrow will blend with joy, fusing the music of our days to bring forth a beautiful symphony of praise.

In the storms, seek Him.

In the dark days, dwell with Him.

In the trials, trust Him.

And in the morning, sing of His mercy.

"I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever."

(Psalm 89:1)

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Hunting for more of God's Grace,Steadfast love and His Mercies that are new every morning in 'Morevember'.

3 gifts at noon:

~the first snowfall fresh on the ground

~driving out of the storm and into the city

~meeting up with friends to hear the symphony together 

I invite you to hunt along with me for more of His mercy and grace in #Morevember on Facebook and Twitter.

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