There’s not a moment on this green earth when we will get to a point of “arrival.” And still, life with God means we’ll never be stagnant even when things feel broken and hidden. . . and all feels like an endless middle.
I think of our hearts and our lives much like this,
Hi!
Welcome to my cottage garden in the foothills of California! I’m a poet, gardener, and sunflower enthusiast. Follow for personal poetry and prose rooted in my Christian faith and inspired by the turn of seasons both out of doors and in the soul. Find me on Substack – Poems & Intervals.♥️
Sierra V. Fedorko 
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