those fading blues.

January started with three friends on vacation at the Rose Bowl parade and ready for a Spartan victory.

February began with a car full of my cousin and her college friends - excited to spend Saturday night in cozy gray chairs of Riverview.

March rolled in with late night Lansing tunes, icy parking lots, short rest, and 1100+ high school students excited about pursuing health careers and eager to compete for their gold medals (very much like lions).

This month holds thirty one days of work hours and to-do lists - best friend's birthdays and college basketball games. It shouldn't vary far from the other March months I've lived,

but tonight the even sky whispered something different.

The evening orange was not quick to turn to night time blue - it was not eager to leave. It seemed very much like a reminder, asking me to hold today with just as much care as tomorrow.

January's practice was making exercise a priority.
February asked for consistency in prayers.
March holds something undetermined to me - but it feels full and light all at the same time. It feels just like I'm settling into some kind of fruitful rhythm.

Excited to unfold God's provision this month. Grateful to be a part of the gospel's growth and definition of blessings in "loving the unlovable and comforting the sorrowful" (The One Thing Christians Should Stop Saying).

Grateful for depth, for committment, and for God's beautiful ways of revealing His truths.