White dust coveres the ground cascading down the mountians. The bare bones of winter reveal what is in the distance. Although the trees are bare, they aren’t dead, they are very much alive. The are patiently awaiting spring when new life comes.

We have this hope in our hearts, that new life will come. What we know as beautiful cannot compare to what is ahead.

‘Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.’ - C.S. Lewis

We hope in his return, and when he comes he will retore that which is broken. Because of this hope, it is well with my soul.

Oil on Stretched Canvas - 16x20

Please allow 1 week for the paint to set + dry, Shipping cost at check out will cover some of the total. The final shipping price is based on the size of the package and your home.

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