One cold night as the snow was falling steadily, I was driving with my boyfriend.

I kept staring out the window memorized by the giant flakes kissing the cold ground. It was beautiful.

as I would say, "Wow, I love snow." My boyfriend, having heard me say this multiple times replied,

"Yeah, I know. You keep saying that." He wasn't being rude, he just wasn't seeing what I was seeing.

As I stared out the window I kept wondering what it was exactly that made me repeat the same verse over and over again. "I love snow."

It's not the part that makes me freeze when I step outside. The part where your eyes water because your nose hairs just froze.

It wasn't the part where I was wearing three layers and still shivering.

It wasn't the part where the roads are extremely dangerous, and not fun to drive on.

In fact, these are all the things I don't like about winter.

It's the part where snow is so clean, and so pure.

I always find joy in making new tracks when there's a fresh blanket of snow on the ground.

Maybe it's the child in me, or maybe it the Jesus inside me.

I think God had the same line as me when he created such a cold delicate art piece, "I love snow."

I could go off on how every snowflake is different but what I really see with this white fluffy stuff, is Jesus.

He took a crimson red, our sins, and made it as white as snow.

He made us pure.

He made a fresh blanket.

He made us as white as snow.