the flowers we plantedwould bloom,draw the birds over time.the birds would singin the morninglouder than my sorrow,or equal to my joy.I studied this for a while,bitter in spirit or sweetof souluntil the comfort of Godwon out;the birdsonghad never been a commentaryon my life season at all,it was simplythe Lord God doingbeautiful thingsas He always had… Continue reading