May our eyes be open to signs of spring, new life being born from the unknown of winter. May our tongues be filled with truthful encouragement, not stabbing knife curses which destroy. May our hands work hard and rest hard. May our feet keep going even when we grow weary on the race homeward, for we know there will be a harvest when we do not throw the towel in. May our ears be open to listen, to hear the voiceless, to hear the mysterious rhythms of His grace. May we breathe Him in, and breathe the aroma of Christ out.
(Photo cred: SamanthaJo Photography)