Things are starting to grow outside. I think this is always my favorite part of gardening – the part when the brown, barren-looking ground starts to give way to new life. When my soul breathes a sigh of relief that this cycle of death and re-birth hasn’t been broken. When I am reminded, again, that even despite the discouragement of some things not turning out how I would like, God can make other things flourish that I expected to never see again. It brings joy to my heart, this assurance that even when my best plans fail, He always has good prepared for me. I’m so thankful for how springtime displays His faithfulness and speaks truths about His nature that I can be prone to forgetting.