Immortal Seeds, Fall; 2022; 19″ x 23″; watercolor, ink, acrylic, graphite, chalk.

In Autumn, the world deconstructs. Leaves whirl, trees bend, flowers wilt.

Do I believe God sometimes rescues us, that God is able to change circumstances with a mere thought? Yes! Absolutely! And sometimes He does.

But sometimes fall yields to winter, and nights stretch dark and deep. Gardens lie dormant, dead and dry stalks shrouded in frost.

But what if, then, the God of the Universe huddles in the cold hard ground with us? And transforms us?

What is the greater miracle: to find ourselves whisked out of deconstruction, or to discover God hovering in it with us, always whispering, “Spring will come”?

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