3" x 3" Oil on gessoed masonite.
This post is dedicated to a very dear friend.
When the cares we face seem to pile up like a perpetual snowfall . . . when each step forward we take seems to be countered by some past mistake so that we feel we are struggling uphill through knee-deep snow. . . when feelings of failure overwhelm and our very breathing is a chore . . . this is when we must remember that God's promise of forgiveness and restoration is like the promise of spring; the new growth that follows the hardships of winter and the first tender shoots that herald a rich harvest. This is faith. This is the hope we cling to; that no matter how badly we think we may have messed up, God promises to restore fellowship with Himself and with each other. So we cling to the memory and promise of budding life even while we struggle uphill in the barren snow.
This painting is not for sale.