Season of Grace

March.

Month three.

 Cold, snowy evenings

slowly

gradually

give way to sun filled mornings and dripping icicles.

A new season.

A season for her to count whispered blessings.

And it was in this attitude of gratitude that she could feel the grace of it:
Yesterday … was our Lord’s grace.
Tomorrow… is our Lord willing.
Today… is our Lord’s gift —
which is why everyone, everywhere, calls right now the present.
 ~ Ann Voskamp

♥ Watching the first robin hopping through melting snow under brilliant blue skies.

♥ Hearing the pond bubbling happily and free of ice.

♥ Feeling weak-kneed, joyous gratitude for a clear MRI.

♥ Loving her messy, sunny studio.

♥ Grateful for a very large dream catcher order

for a sweet shop in North Carolina.

♥ Fingering soft fabric and yarns between her fingers.

Thinking back over the past six months.

♥ Playing with colorfully happy beads

while embracing a happy heart.

Her creation of a new Boho-prairie girl dream catcher.

Buying fresh roses for vases around the house.

Feeling so blessed.

Accepting humbled grace to see her gardens featured in a magazine.

You breathe different in a room when you know it’s not about the good you can accomplish but about the grace you can accept.
You breathe different through a season when you begin it by breathing in grace — 

when you begin it in a place just to be real. 

Only then can we begin to be changed this season into the realest versions of Grace Himself.

~Ann Voskamp

She smiles.

Breathes deeply.

Inhales peace.

Exhales joy.

Feeling blessed.

Content.

Changed.

Real.

Loved.

♥

"...God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.”
Psalm 72

~  Eucharisteo  ~

Linking to the linky parties on the lower right of my sidebar.