True Reflections

Reflect, renew, rebuild, restore, and record; all themes in the Women’s Conference I had the extreme privilege to attend this past weekend. It was my Christmas present from my husband. Saturday the snow started; by Sunday morning we had five inches of snow; how perfect for a Christmas present in March; how perfect, God’s physical reminder that in Him we are washed white as snow; purity, silence, stillness, and unbridled joy wrapped all us girls from youngest to the oldest in childlike wonder and awe!

Psalm 51:7  Easy-to-Read Version 
Remove my sin and make me pure.
Wash me until I am whiter than snow!

There is no way to describe the way God permeated every encounter, every conversation, every insight, every emotion I experienced this weekend. Your presence, Dear Lord, wrapped me in love, joy, comfort, and peace which passed all my understanding. I was found and placed by accident … absolutely not … in the care of seven … hmmm the biblical number … seven lovely ladies filled with Your Spirit. Like a little lamb I followed my shepherds … adopted and instantly loved … I was transformed into a girl with a new family; blessed beyond measure by their instant acceptance and support; I found a new home!

Encouraged to record new insights, tips, revelations, and deep conversation with You, my Dear Heavenly Father, I came apart; I ventured to Your Magnificent Mountain loveliness, to reflect, renew, rebuild, restore my relationship with You, Lord, and to find new relationships with fellow believers, mentors, that will challenge me to grow in my faith, to reach out, to become a part, to belong!

The following verses from The Message describes the real, complete, actual world we women, girls, face daily. They also sum up so much of what I will carry with me from the Mountains of The Cove.

Psalm 51:7-15  The Message
Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean,
scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don’t look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don’t throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I’ll let loose with your praise.


Whiter Than Snow

Lyrics: James Nicholson  1872
Music: William G. Fischer

Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole;
I want Thee forever to live in my soul;
Break down every idol, cast out every foe-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies,
And help me to make a complete sacrifice;
I give up myself, and whatever I know-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat,
I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet,
By faith for my cleansing, I see thy blood flow-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;
Come now and within me a new heart create;
To those who have sought Thee Thou never said’st “No”-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.




One thought on “True Reflections”

  1. Sounds like a great weekend!

    Margaret Smith, ABR®, CRS®, GRI®, SRES®
    Coldwell Banker Caine
    Cell & Text: (864) 270-1108

    “Celebrating 40 years in Greenville Real Estate”

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