Snow and ice and more snow

Snow is kind of like my image before God.
Before it starts, I'm dirty. Muddy. Sinful.  And down comes the snow as beautiful as salvation to cover it all in beauty.  Suddenly I'm spotless! Beautiful! Captivating!  Now and again I allow myself to get muddy again; footprints from dogs and people and cars and such. I allow sin into my life again and again, despite the damage.
Inevitably though, I realize the pain to my soul's landscape, and allow my heart to rest and be healed by another layer of grace and snow.  And the mud has disappeared all over again, and I'm once again captivating.  Even the deepest footprints are eventually filled and covered.  Beauty reigns.
In my analogy, the snow remains.  Not because of temperature, but because of love.  The grace that covered my ickiness in the first place remains.  It stays right where it is until death, when we must take our clean and spotless selves before our maker.  Suddenly it's baren and dry again, because we've taken all we have to offer.
Don't worry, friends.  All is not lost.  The snow in the atmosphere cleaned up the air.  The snow on the ground moistened the soil.  And when we reach Heaven, eternal Spring, Our souls blossom full, bright, forever.
I love the anticipation!
Happy snow day, friends.