Frost on the Roses

As life takes its varied course, you will find the dimensions of our lives portray the Seasons of our Creator. For each person, it’s can be likened to a tapestry woven on a canvass, a frail biography told by each Season.

Winter was my response to regrets of things I might have done or said in the passed years.

Spring finds me experiencing a new budding spiritual life as God has given so much more, a "Treasure" we often do not seen, but carefully stored.

Summer presented me a withered dream of the fiery desert, only a fragmented reflection of what could be.

Autumn causes me to see that all was worthwhile, and when I no longer am able to see the prints of Jesus in the snow, I’ll behold Him.