Snow Angel

Tires crunch through the overnight crust in the driveway. Clouds of who knows what billow from tailpipes as I take my place in the line of cars going who knows where. I shiver and hope the car heater finishes its delay cycle soon. A sip of coffee helps to chase the chill. Despite the cold, I notice I'm still struggling to feel awake, so I take a larger gulp. Beyond the windshield, gray clouds threaten once again. Drat! On second look though, I am pleased to see that the hazy winter sun will at least be putting up a fight today. Dirty piles of snow line the streeets and highway as I make my way to the tasks of the day. Driving with hands in my lap and one cold thumb on the wheel, I lose myself in thought.

Every once in awhile, when I look further than the gutters and ditches heaped with their dirty piles of snow, I catch a glimpse of a pristine field. The snow there is smooth, sparkling and white, just begging for a snow angel. Oh! That there is such a place in me! Create in me a clean heart... oh oh oh God...!

Beyond the crusty yesterdays; beyond the clouds of self-protection and indecision; beneath the shivers and sorrows and the drug induced wakefulness of my tired and weary self... I do so long for the Son. Chase this winter gloominess away and come to me. Imprint yourself in the midst of me. Find that pristine place created within me by your shed blood, flop yourself down and have at it. Dig yourself in. Paint a holy sparkly picture of your image. Make it deep and lasting. Leave an impression that can be seen on me even when the snow is gone and Spring comes. Melt away all this coldness with your loving presence.

I'm not too proud to beg.