Whiter than the snow

I’ve been meaning to post this, but I’ve seriously been sooooo busy for the past few days. I wanted to do a Christmas post too, but maybe later. URBANA IS TOMORROW!!! And I need to go to sleep; I have to leave for the airport at 6 am and it’s already 1:31 -_-;;; I don’t know what to expect out of Urbana, so I’ll just let God do His work and not think too much about it

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My mom got baptized on Sunday (12/20). She described her childhood growing up as the shy, youngest daughter in a Christian family. At one point in her testimony, she talked about the big car accident I got into almost 3 years ago right before my own baptism. It felt like a repeat of the past again, because I also talked about the accident as my testimony.

She described the details of the entire event, about how I was taking a van full of kids back home, about how I came across a set of parallel lights, about how I saw the green in the distance and missed the red that was in front of me, about how I ran into the side of the white SUV, about how the SUV flipped several times before stopping, about how both cars were totaled…

…and about how we sustained only minor cuts and bruises, about how the lady in the SUV came out of her car and tried to calm the kids down, about how everyone was somehow okay after the whole ordeal. And then she asked, “How can this miracle happen without God’s hand at work?” (in Chinese, I’m just paraphrasing). And I finally realized why God allowed that accident to happen.

This was one of the songs we sang during every baptism, though it’s not until now that I find myself singing it whenever I feel like I need His power to captivate my thoughts and make it obedient to Him.

It’s Your blood that cleanses me,

It’s Your blood that gives me life,

It’s Your blood that took my place

In redeeming sacrifice.

Washes me whiter than the snow,

Than the snow.

My Jesus, God’s precious sacrifice.

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