Winter is a courageous season. Seeds months ago blew to their future resting places and now lie deep beneath the cold, fallen snow. The skeletons of grasses and flowers conjure up memories of warm summer days and bright greens, purples, and reds. Now the landscape is monochromatic and dreary, yet contains a beautiful picture of our Savior.
The hope and the promise of the gospel should lay as certain as the hope and promise of spring. One day soon, these grasses, these skeletons of dust will disappear and in their place, there will be new green buds bursting with life. Do you have this hope?