thoughts

In the past, I've always been a fan of the wintertime. Whether it be for the fact of being born in January, or just enjoying the temperatures without the need of sweat pouring forth, I don't really know. Yet as of late, it seems that spring time has become the favorable time of year for me. With everything seemingly dead, distraught, or plain ol' despondent during the winter, it becomes depressing viewing the lack of vibrant life outside. Given, there are natural blessings from the wintertime weather, such as the beauty of frigid icicles slowly forming along the edge of a rooftop, or snow-capped mountaintops, but those just aren't living and active. During the spring, new life is seen coming into the world...




...just as the transition of winter to spring, so our lives transform from without Christ to with Him...