Rain is washing away the snow in the backyard while I'm editing a wedding by the fire. 

Feeling really thankful for changing seasons. That blanket of white was beautiful and refreshing. And now it's gone again. But its absence doesn't mean it wasn't a beautiful thing. It happened and it was good. 

You're full of life now // That's how He made you // Just let it happen 

Been spending all kinds of time praying for clarity. But I'm beginning to wonder if clarity is even necessary when trust exists.

So I'm choosing to just let it happen, trusting there's a story much bigger than I can currently comprehend. 

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