Have mercy, March. You’re here and we need you. Melt the ice that freezes hope. Extinguish the hate here and far away- to our friends in Ukraine, have mercy. Spring, we see you. May we find wonder in our day-to-day–our FREEDOM, family, the smile and laughter of a baby, birds chirping, sunrises, sunsets, the sky, good coffee, opportunities, food in our refrigerator, our pets, and our memories. How do you cling to faith in times like these? You just do or don’t. I choose “do”.
My rocky yard…the seeds are planted. 🤍
What are you sowing? What will you reap? Will your harvest be plenty? How heavenly your heap? Placing the seed is the easiest part, digging and raking go straight to the heart. The surface seems scorched and barren at sight, keep cultivating to find the soil that's right. New growth might occur if seed is scattered or tossed, Without proper maintenance, you may experience all loss. That which you fertilize will find certain success. Without nutrients and attention, it's bound to get stressed. Use the light of the sun, block out all substitutes. Given time, love, and patience it's bound to take root.
