I love walking out my front door.  The cheesy, overused cliche, “stop and smell the roses” has become a reality at this house.  The whiff of our lilac bush makes me linger a bit longer on the front porch.  In fact, today it was littered with of handfuls of butterflies and bumble bees lingering too. 

It is crazy to think that earlier this same month we woke up to the world covered with snow. 

I am amazed at the seasons.  Though it may sound nostalgic of sorts, watching my rose blushes bloom reminds me of God’s promises.  Those thorny sticks become roses.  The overgrown bush in the front forms fragrant purple lilacs.  The once dormant, brown earth was preparing to paint the world green.  I long for that growth in my own life…

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.  He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has from from beginning to end.”  Ecclesiastes 3…