Snow

It was snowing last night and it is now freezing rain. One of those last of the season storms. Even though it is a chore to clean up it is very beautiful to see the ground all dressed up in freshly fallen snow. We tend to call these late season storms poor man's manure as they keep the soil moist and refresh the water supply. I love this season, the beauty of the whiteness of snow. It's so clean looking, until sand and dirt from the roads are on it. Then it becomes a blemish. Like when we sin it mars our heart and soul.

Then the beauty of confession becomes our cleaner. Mine anyway. There is nothing to fear about going to confession. It brings healing and renewal to our hearts. But the best part is to strive to never sin again. With this always in mind, then going about the day I am forever mindful of that promise. When I was a kid I remember being fearful of the confessional. As a kid our sins aren't as bad as they become when we are adults. But God's forgiveness is great and the sacraments that the Church has are for us to live in God as his children. I hope this one particular sacrament people will rediscover. There really is nothing to fear in the confessional, because the Priest is not our judge and jury, only God is. God wants us free from sin.