Today I opened my mailbox to peonies. My dear friend Cherish swings by my house and fills my mailbox with them every year. And yet every year, I am surprised to find them.
Impending summer feels a bit like this to me. Rather, the invitation for my summer feels a bit like this from Him:
Come, be surprised by what I have for you …
Of course, it will include…
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