I love weather. I love the changes and its own unique rarities in each season. The one I find most interesting in winter is frost. It seems so elegant. Fragile. A simple touch can destroy the crystals. It turns an ordinary weed into something beautiful. We were out running errands a few weeks back. I had my camera in the car and I begged my husband to pull over. Without batting or rolling an eye (he knows my heart’s love to photograph, that sweet man), he pulled over so I could grab a shot of the nearest weed in this field of frost.
I squatted down to get a closer look of this icy beauty. It clings to every single space available. From top to bottom, side to side it’s covered. The entire field, covered in white. Pure. Clean. Crisp. All the imperfections of the weed were made into something so lovely. I could have stayed and observed longer but I snapped my shot and hopped back in the car.
Today, I find myself reflecting on this photo.
It reminds me of how Jesus sees His kids, His precious possessions. He sees me as clean and new. Crisp. Pure. He has covered me from top to bottom with His pure and abundant Love. But do I always see myself that way? Some days, I allow the worldly words of the enemy to melt the beauty that Jesus has poured over me revealing a not so appealing weed. My eye loses sight of the way God sees me and how I ought to see myself. So fragile.
But not today.
The frost soon melted away with the warm winter Colorado sun. But this moment will last, a rare moment seized as something to remind me. Frozen in time. I’ll remember.
I am treasure.
“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” Isaiah 1:18
“You forgave the iniquity of your people; you covered all their sin.” Psalm 85:2