this man who took me on a date last night and we spent an hour huddled over msg-free chinese food while we caught up and shared honesty and i woke in the middle of the night, as i always do, and marveled over how far we've come. how broken our marriage has been, how seemingly beyond us and how feelings are trickling back in and wounds are healing and how, surely, this is grace.
all winter we've waited for this, this blanketing of everything that is yucky in our backyard, this renewing. and now it's here and it's taking my breath because it reminds me of what God is making new in my yuck and ours and yours and this, surely, is a picture of grace too.
clearly not taken today, but a reminder as i thumbed through my archives that spring always follows winter. always. and with it comes seeds that land and take root and grow beauty and with it comes too, fresh smells and sights and sounds and all of them give testimony to the fact that no matter how cold and dark and long the winter, spring always follows and that is startling grace. seriously.
this is me being real.