Much like winter, life appears dormant.
And yet much like spring that buds new growth on what appeared long gone, I begin to hear and to the softest sound I strain. I want so desperately a newness to grow.
For in the quiet, it is His whisper that breathes warm across my heart. I begin to realize silence is a necessary dormancy and so is the wait.
Flaws revealed. Mercy sought. Grace given.
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