Its spring time. Everythings a little brighter. Smiles a little wider. A fresh season.
Both sunny days and spring showers. I love all the flowers. Like the ones that
grow on the side of the road. Right by a garbage dumpster, or, hidden behind
a building. I like them because they grow in an unexpected place. And they sprout
up on their own from soil and branches that were dead only weeks ago. It reminds
me of mercy and restoration. It reminds me that life continues, and that seasons of
life change. Nothing is hopeless. Happy spring.