These days my heart is so full of happiness I think I might burst. I feel like confetti inside.
I can’t even attribute it to anything in particular. Sunsets, bonfires, Sunday morning pancakes. Friendsgiving and my first Christmas tree. My room is a mess but I don’t care; I’m participating in life instead. Sometimes life is messy and that’s okay.
I’m seeing the fruit of patience and pressing into the hard stuff. Somewhere along the way winter faded and my soul entered into the sweetness of spring. Outside the trees are dying, inside my heart is beating like applause.
Good job, God…you did it again.