Thoughts on the glories and messiness and awkwardness of spring; learning to discern our personal seasons. 

The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him. // Psalm 92:12-15

~ Patient endurance is what we need now. Take heart. ~