The Creator or the Egg?

Our household is well aware of what Good Friday and Easter is all about.  It is so important that one generation tell another about Jesus Christ and what He's done for us.  His death for us is such an amazing sacrifice but His resurrection showed Him to be the only son of God through whom salvation came into this world. Eggs for us are simply an art project

Each year we enjoy decorating them with all the preparations that are included in the project

I think not many years of this are left with the kids growing up so fast.  For now I relish the time with them

I marvel at how the simple

transforms quickly into something beautiful

As time marches on the kid's creations line up

I love their creativity

Before I know it the transformations are complete

A Little Snow Must Fall

I skipped a week in posting which I'm not sure I've ever done.  I don't know that anyone noticed which calls me again to question whether I should keep this up.  Truthfully even FaceBook has more than lost it's luster as far as I'm concerned.  Still I find I'm somehow loath to completely quit.  Is this for me or the few who still visit?  Is this simply dedication for dedication sake?  Perhaps none of the above matters.  For now push on I guess.  

A little spring snow arrived last night

Though it sat down at our table it won't last.  It's planted seeds that won't grow

This snow is just sitting and waiting to melt

Early spring snow decided to have a barbecue

Admittedly the view is kind of nice

but I prefer warmth...sunshine is my pathway to joy often times but snow can sometimes be the stairway to a nice picture

Today the melt of is creating shotgun patterns

It's a tangled web of melting and snow

Well, no need of air conditioning at least

Still, I love the contrast of white and green

Pine...who doesn't love it?

I was getting soaked taking these shots

Everywhere there was half dry/half wet thing going on

Thousands of drops falling all over the place

Slush had quite a balancing act going on

Hand rail or snow rail?

This may be one of our last snows...enjoy it while we can

No Leaf Clover

The approach of spring...St. Patrick's Day...all of it speaks of another year coming of age

I'm not a believer in luck...look for that and there's no guarantees...the light at the end of that tunnel may just be a freight train coming your way...as the song goes:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fd9ohpDDCRU
I may not believe in luck but I do believe in the hand of Providence.  Faith is the key to surviving when all hope seems lost and all doors locked to you

Sometimes even as spring heads our way the trees seem still barren but faith opens our eyes...even so called child-like faith is so important

Faith is more that an empty whim based on positive thought.  It's the absolute assurance that something good is about to happen and something good is in store.  Faith is a spiritual bud

Before we bought our house we found a rock with our youngest daughter's name on it

We didn't buy the house because of it but it was pretty cool none the less.  I like nuggets of encouragement.  Now above this same stone grows this bud filled tree foretelling season's change

Winter's days are numbered

Soon all will be warm and green

and the trees will have leaves again

May our faith take on new life as well.

 

Beautiful Calm Driving

A song recently came up in my playlist.  It speaks of calm while going through having someone you thought you knew totally changing into someone else.  This really hits close to home for me.  Sometimes the past is hard to escape but I'm trying, really trying to face this year in a way to move on

My youngest daughter is hope to me on so many levels...this shows up in all she does

She creates spring wherever she goes

I look up from her artwork and see she's seen spring's approach all along but somehow I often let daily heartache blind me...but not today

This year is different...there's hope in it and I will find it

Made for Walkin'

My shoes from Converse arrived today

I custom designed them thus the red ID tag

I don't often do this but it was a birthday treat so why not?

I like the brand and they're very comfortable

I look forward to trying 'em out.

No Shadow of Turning

For every silhouette there must be a light source

For every shadow there's a light

I've heard in heaven there's no shadow at all because with Him there's no shadow of turning...no change of mind.  His love for us is utterly consistent.  Situations change.  Happiness is based on what happens...His character is flawless beyond all change.  Accepting this if the source of joy and peace that passes all understanding.

Underneath It All

Sometimes discovering what's new we need to scatter remnants of troubled seasons past.  February is not much like spring or fall or even winter this year.  Just what is it you may ask.  We must look beyond the left overs

There lies the foundation of the approaching spring God has in mind.  The past is dead as this carpet of leaves but the faith for tomorrow brings resolution and new life.

Rose Colored Stained Glass Windows

Life is always viewed through filters.  Sometimes it's pain or it's twin anger.  Sometimes it's religion or rebellion.  This reminded me of an old Petra song

Accuracy, truth and honesty are often hard to find especially in social media.  Portrayed lives are often false.  Extremes are everywhere but candid heartfelt expression...not so much.  Valentine's Day approaches so religious post about love or ones proclaiming love for "hubby" (I hate that word) or "wiffy" (not sure that's even a word) or significant other will abound.  The true us seems locked in ice somewhere

Will spring's approach melt the ice so our real selves can be displayed

The dealings of God lately have been working away at my ice exposing the rock of my salvation

It's a blessed spiritual thaw.  The sun/Son still shines in the winter in spite of my winter of soul

He makes me smile when I thought no joy remained...you might say He gave me a "faith lift"

Yes, there's suffering but there's a path through the Valley of the Shadow of Death

My love fails...His never does...this is life's most beautiful filter