I recently took a weekend trip to Dallas with my mom for a conference. Before I left, I decided to put a picture of me in a frame for my husband’s bedside table. The only one that I could find was a picture someone snapped from our wedding in 2005.
As I slipped it into the iridescent stained glass frame my grandmother had made, I was struck by something. Seeing myself all in white, looking more radiant than I could ever remember. It struck me. The purity of that day, that moment, when I walked down the aisle to my love, in the arm of my step-father.
This is the purity I desire every day of my life. Its 3 + years from that special day now, and I am ashamed that I have too often let my thoughts and actions go to filthy sin. But the beauty of this is the transforming power of Jesus to cleanse us from sin, and to make us white again. We, as His people, are seen as His holy bride. We fail Him, but He never fails us. We run away, but He hounds us down. This is the most beautiful picture of redemption we can ever see. And its not just a picture, its a reality.