I’m comforted that seasons only last for a season. And in this season, I purpose to grow. To embrace each day and challenge. To brag on my Father’s blessings. And to bloom where I am.
Some days, it’s good to observe and consider. Other days, it’s good to actually do. Some day, everyone will.
"The wind rushes through me hair, Sunning my wilting soul." We were not created blue, but sometimes, we are bound to feel blue.