Art of Life
Imagine being in an Art Museum and admiring beautiful paintings of the Four Seasons.
We look at Spring and see the grass that is turning green with flowers starting to peep their heads above the ground and the trees budding.
Everything coming to life
. The summer frame looks so inviting.
The roses full bloom with a gentle breeze touching the leaves of the trees.
A summer shower has just passed over and a beautiful rainbow has appeared in the sky.
The Fall scene is somewhat different.
The leaves are changing color, dying and falling.
Squirrels hurrying to hide their nuts and waiting
for the next season.
Winter, the snow is falling, adding to what is already on the ground.
Everything is coming to a stand still.
Oh, the cold look of Winter.
We are filled with the wonder of the Four Seasons that God created
.
As we turn to walk away we notice others admiring the same work of Art.
Then we realize each soul is a work of Art.
We are also the Four Seasons
.We look into the countenances of those around us and see
Spring, some Summer, Fall and others Winter.
The ones of Spring are like new born babes in Christ, bubbling over, trying to show their beautiful colors.
Summer are the smiles who have bloomed and have seen the rainbow of God's promises.
The faces we see of the work of Art of Fall are like the leaves
blown by the wind who change colors, die and fall. They haven't
anything to hold onto.
The Winter faces have lost all hope. Jesus Christ , the Master painter, wants
to do a beautiful Work of Art in their life. Where there is Life , there is Hope. Sometimes our Art gets creased and crumbled, but He takes His hand and smooth's it out again.
The wonders of our Art of Life.
Copyright © Edith D Eutsler | Year Posted 2015
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