Growing up I used to love the winter because it meant we might have a white Christmas. Now snow is just one more thing I have to clean up and shovel. Another fond memory from my childhood was building a showman. Next to my childhood home was a big field which provided plenty of snow in order for my friends and I to try and build the biggest snowman around. Many times we succeeded, but a few times we didn’t. The fun was in trying. After our toil we would sit or lay around enjoying our fruit of our labor.
My snowman making days are far behind me but the thrill of creating is still alive and well. There is something about seeing the fruit of what God does through the talent He has given me. There are times however some creations don’t turn out the way I expected but I now in the end since God was involved I can look back and enjoy.




