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O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

on our little road trip to jackson-town last weekend, Timothy decided we were going to stop on the side of the interstate and find a field. and what a gem we found–full of reaped cotton rows, sycamores, thorns, and a baby river with a fallen tree for a bridge. we took our time walking around and taking pictures and the wind was our only companion. it’s been a blessed winter, but the possibility of spring fills me with joy. gratitude and love has filled my days; there is nothing more that i can ask for except for the simple mercy that Lord continues to load on me.


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