I’ve cried nearly everyday this week but my roommate tells me I’ve been laughing in my sleep. Maybe my spirit knows something I don’t. I think it feels the shaking of Spring.
Sorrow is here, but so is joy.
I love how the seasons reflect their creator. He speaks to me of hope in Spring, and the new life that He gives me so freely. I see His restoration all around as the earth awakens, yawning and stretching. It comes alive with the opening of the daffodils and the budding of the trees. So beautiful, the way He restores.
Lately He has been restoring my trust and hope in Him.
What is God restoring in you?
