the month with promises // on my heart

I rode in the train with the window open yesterday. It's been too long since the sun beat down warmly enough to necessitate the removal of winter jackets. But yesterday it was the perfect equation of sun and chill to say, March. For most people, I think, March is a month of decisions and hopes. For me, this first month of spring is overfilling with promises. Promise of new opportunities, friendships, choices and changes. But most importantly, promises of steadfast love. Throughout all the trials, blessings, difficulties and joys, God will always love me, no matter what comes.