The Mess and The Hope

"O lead my spirit
O raise it from these heavy depths,
transported by Thy Art that fealessly and
joyfully it soar up to Thee.
For Thou, Thou knowest all things,
Thou alone canst inspire."
Beethoven

What was once white and clean looking is now peppered with dirt
 But hope springs and reigns eternal.

Overturned chair and dirty snow

Mike gathering wood from our wood pile

Magnolia buds

Green pushing through dead leaves

"O lead my spirit

O raise it from these heavy depths,

transported by Thy Art that fealessly and

joyfully it soar up to Thee.

For Thou, Thou knowest all things,

Thou alone canst inspire."

Beethoven