They say the harshest, hardest winters bring forth the most beautiful springs.
What has been dead and dormant in the ground and all around us is currently quietly preparing to burst forth as if shouting out new life again.
As sure as the seasons change from winter to spring, I have learned to trust in that as it has always grounded me, given me the perspective I’ve needed in the midst of HARD seasons.
Join me as we enter into this new season, trusting that there are always new mercies — moments of relief from the suffering. Whether big or small, let’s look for them together and acknowledge them when we find them
They say the harshest, hardest winters bring forth the most beautiful springs.
What has been dead and dormant in the ground and all around us is currently quietly preparing to burst forth as if shouting out new life again.
As sure as the seasons change from winter to spring, I have learned to trust in that as it has always grounded me, given me the perspective I’ve needed in the midst of HARD seasons.
Join me as we enter into this new season, trusting that there are always new mercies — moments of relief from the suffering. Whether big or small, let’s look for them together and acknowledge them when we find them
