If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
just when I think I can’t take any more winter March arrives gently, bringing with her buckets of hope and bags of promise.
I wake, on this first day of the month, breathing prayer. May my walk be pleasing to You today . . .
We begin again . . . with intention and grace.
And love. Always love.
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I’m over at Story Circle Network’s One Woman’s Day blog today passing the baton. C’mon by.