“The harvest, which is our life as we now live it, is the result of seeds planted at an earlier time” ― Jim Rohn
In all the beauty of God’s Creation, New England is by far the most wonderful place to lay down roots. Every season yields its own splendor, beckoning its inhabitants to drink it in. As this long Winter attempts to hang on, bright buds of Spring burst through its clutches in newness of life. With bated breath, we await the new season to arrive!
Life is similar, each season bringing forth its own beauty. Dreams and goals afford us the opportunity to eagerly anticipate what lies around the next junction. Circumstances become our reality, maturing us in preparation for the season to come. Our state of mind is a reflection of our lifetime transitions as we seek purpose amid trials we don’t understand. It is only when we see the hand of our Creator in the tapestry of our very existence that we will joyfully await life’s season finale into eternity.
“So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom” (Psalm 90:12).