The margins of seasons - that first peeking blossom of sping, the unexpected leaf that falls heralding autumn- echoed in our lives as in nature.
The sense - growing - that seasons are changing once again.
From a long winter. Such a long winter, not only in nature but in life. The choices made, the moves completed, the lingering wait for the next.
Never easy, always welcome.
Seeing the first blossoms, the skies turn blue, the trees bud green, the sun turn to warm...in the yard as it is in my soul.
Feeling God's presence. Seeing His hand.
Knowing His will shall be done.
Longing for the fullness of summer, the harvest of autumn.
At seasons change.
What's 5 Minute Friday? From Gypsymama: So, here’s the skinny: I’ve been thinking about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And I figured, why not take 5 minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.