The deadened begin to sway with His breath of life.
The small bravely push up from the heaviness of winter.
Symphonic notes pound grace across the airwaves and through the sun rays.
Deadened places with beauty unfolding, life becoming.
Outdoors or deep within, a springing of hope offering a new beginning.
Life doesn't always feel like sun rays and unfolding beauty. Winter may feel a forever friend. Just hold on. The joy of spring will come again. On this first day of spring, I pray you find new hope pounding, new grace swaying as God breathes His loving breath of life into you.