I stepped outside and blinked at the blinding sun
its blazing rays reflecting off the crystalized snow
Grumbling and squinting against the brightness,
I asked God, "Why is the sun so bright?
And why does the snow reflect it so well?"
Before I could barely take another step
a reply echoed deep within
"I made the snow white and pure
so it would be a reflection of my Son."
"Thank you Pappa God for reminding me
that you've removed my stains.
Help me to reflect your Light."
December 11, 2006
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