New Wine, Spring and Sunshine: Are You Ready For the New Season You’re Asking God For?
I want the ideal, without it costing me effort. But I don’t even have the space (either in my schedule or in me) for what I’m asking for to show up.
I want the ideal, without it costing me effort. But I don’t even have the space (either in my schedule or in me) for what I’m asking for to show up.
The sunsets, like countertop candles, begin to burn in melted colors. And with every dawn the world holds its breath, wondering if sleepy eyes will be greeted by winter’s grey cloak or if the trees have remained blushing for one day more.
Flowers. In any and all autumnal colors. Especially that pretty dark purple.