My newly uncovered artist heart, rebelled against yet another dreary and chilly day that seemed to match my mood. I headed out in search of some “happy”, and found it in my beautiful albeit very confused Hyacinths. They whispered hope and life to me. A reminder that it is part of God’s design, that after winter comes spring…both in the natural world, and the season of winter in our souls. New birth and growth bravely press through the cold and muddy mess, and beauty shines through once again.
To everything there is a season…and God has a purpose in it all.
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every [a]event under heaven—