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I've been in such a sentimental writing mood lately. Spring is about to arrive. I feel it in my bones. I am anxious for the sun. Today I realized that I am my mothers' daughter when I noticed tiny new shoots of daffodil flowers poking their heads bravely above the cold soil. I squealed sub-concsiously and jumped up and down. How ridiculous. Mid-squeal I thought to myself... Cynthia?? Haha! It made me laugh.

I am learning the beauty that God gives His children. It is so enjoyable and creates an automatic flow outward. I walk through my days knowing that I am His dove and that His eyes are never lifted from where I am. He is using people in my life to display this glorious beauty that ultimately looks like Him. I love it. In reading some of my very old posts while copying them over, I started to realize that I have been in some very dark places. It is so good to be out of such a long and intense storm. I know not to rely on this good weather, but I am very thankful for a new perspective and a greater understanding of God's love. I know it has helped me love the people around me with authenticity I would never conjure up on my own.