Before I even opened the blinds, the whiteness from the overnight snowfall had seeped into every room with windows. Little need for lights on today. What could be whiter—I need to wear shades to shovel it. There’s that promise again—He has gotten into every corner of my heart and washed it. Does my soul reflect like the walls of my house? Am I the only one who sees it?

Job 38:22
Isaiah 1:18