Baby

The leaves have turned brilliant, as though in giving up life for the death of winter, the trees become more alive than ever. They will dry and drop their foliage to fall asleep, their roots secretly alive, preparing for the spectacular  and delicate display of spring, yet so far away.

Baby and I will follow suit, content to grow in secret yet very much alive. Feasting on winter squashes and staying cozy inside, while winter rules  in cold, untrue insistence that nothing lives. In spring, this little life will surface in a delicate and precious display of the truth that God creates beauty in all its detail, and He reveals beauty in perfect timing.

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