Looking through the pages of this life so filled with dirt and mystery. I can’t help but often feel lost. As I get older I am convinced that the feeling of being lost is something like being out in deep water. I cling to the hope that I don’t need to figure out everything that is going on in my life but simply trust that God is working his loom and I am simply one of the threads being woven into something lovely and useful.
As winter begins to show some signs of letting go and the sun makes another brave appearance I can feel a softening in the soil of my heart. I would love to have a spring of my own where some of what I though for sure was dead began to show signs of life. New songs, sold paintings, laughter, baby bunnies, a love poem, a bird nest that smells like hay and moist soil….

