I’m becoming more and more myself with time. I guess that’s what grace is. The refinement of your soul through time.
—Jewel
How has your soul changed over time?
The rest of the trees may be wearing winter drab, but one tree has decked herself in an extravagance of lace. Neither the barren trees nor the blooming one are wrong. Sometimes, even in the middle of the long slog of a hard time there is an explosion of joy.
When have you been surprised by joy or beauty?