Beneath the Outward Pristine Often Lies a Muddy Mess
A blanket of snow covered our mountain in pristine color, disguising the harsh browns of winter and the muddy mess where lush meadows waited for spring. The trees and forests, rooftops, and vehicles were painted in thick white frosting — beauty beyond description.
White, like our robes of righteousness that cover all shame and make all things new.
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