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spring always comes

a few months ago, i think it was december, i glanced out the window during a particularly difficult day, and i noticed them. in the dead of winter, peeking out behind a dormant tree: bright orange, beautiful poppy colored flowers, blooming in the middle of winter. but more importantly for me, in the middle of a desolate and stormy winter that had ravaged its way through my weary heart. those little flowers were blooming quietly, just for me, straight from Him.

yesterday, i noticed them again and went out to take a photo... lo and behold, the clouds parted and the sun shone on these tiny white flowers, popping up on the dormant tree that sits right in front of the orange flowers. little white blossoms, symbolizing new life, hope. bringing beauty and bringing glory to the bare branches. i scanned the bank and noticed purple blossoming in the iceplant [shown in first photo] and pink sprouting from another little tree that i didn't even know existed in my backyard.

God is good. i love the unique way that He romances me. my heart is overflowing. i am reminded of His promise that there is a season for everything. that spring always follows winter. that rebirth and renewal and restoration always come after desolation and devastation. it is precisely what my heart needs to dwell on right now. these little white flowers are my own personal rainbow. the beauty that emerges after the storm. God's glory.

Your righteousness, God, reaches to the heavens, 
you who have done great things. 
Who is like you, God? 
Though you have made me see troubles, 
many and bitter, 
you will restore my life again; 
from the depths of the earth 
you will again bring me up. 
You will increase my honor 

and comfort me once more.

* and i might be wrong, but i think God grew those flowers right as i was walking out to take the photo, because i'm sure they weren't there just minutes earlier ;) also, i'm really loving these photos. wow. wondering how they came out of my camera?


  1. He knows your love language! :) Such a good feeling. Those verses are perfect and lovely.

  2. Absolutely beautiful! Your "About Me" brought tears to my eyes, sweet sister in Christ. How I could have writen the exact same thing. So glad that I found you on Etsy and that it led me to your beautiful blog.


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