While home for the holidays, I took my camera out for a little walk about. I love the way the weather bleached grasses contrast with the pristine snow creating textures and shapes. Everything is so quiet, serene, beautiful and clean. Last seasons growth persevere with heads full of seeds, waiting for warmth and melting to sprout green for another spring and summer. There is hope and promise and assurance found in the cycle of seasons and growth. We are so blessed.
Isaiah 55:9-11 9 For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. 10 For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return there until they have watered the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, 11 so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and succeed in the thing for which I sent it.