This weekend, we cleaned out our closets and switched out our hoodies and sweaters for shorts and sundresses (for me, anyway). I packed away my maternity clothes, too, and we separated a few items for donation. There's something I love about being able to see the changing seasons this way, and this spring feels even more different than usual. Honeysuckle is already blooming, pollen is falling like rain, the sky is cornflower blue most of the day and the afternoons are 80 degrees. Easter is coming. The seasons change every year, and it's remarkable; our lives have changed forever, and it's remarkable.
I have a long list of things to accomplish this spring. Some of these things are small, and some of them are tremendous and scary. Some of them won't get accomplished right away, and that's OK, and some of them will never happen, and I have to be OK with that, too. My goal for this spring is twofold: do as much as I can without sacrificing being as much as I can and to be thankful in all situations. It's hard. And I am weak and impatient. I am also so, so quick to say a quick "thanks, God," when something great happens but not recall long-term thankfulness when something hard happens. I want to work on that in this season of change.
Happy Monday, friends!