The season has changed,
the bondage of your barren winter has ended,
and the season of hiding is over and gone.
The rains have soaked the earth
and left it bright with blossoming flowers.
The season for singing and pruning the vines has arrived.
I hear the cooing of doves in our land,
filling the air with songs to awaken you
and guide you forth.
~Song of Songs 2:11-12 (TPT)
Oh, y’all… allow yourself to be awakened to what the Heavenly Father has for you.
moved by Grace.