March 8

We (of course) went for a walk this afternoon. It was another lovely, blue-sky day, complete with a gentle breeze that sent ripples through the grass that finally decided to sprout.

As we strolled along, Abby gave me these wildflowers. They're a sweet, unexpected gift for sure, but they're also a reminder of the beauty of God's creation and of the renewal and new life that earmarks the coming spring season.

I'm grateful to be reminded, in the midst of an often tiring existence, that all things will eventually be made new and fresh once again.