Spring is a time of rebirth and growth.  The season awakens and breathes the fresh scent of petrichor as the rain wipes the air clean.  Water droplets nourish the roots of flowers breaking from their buds as they begin to bloom.  Green begins to fill bare branches and vast fields. The early morning dew glistens on the budding foliage.  Nuanced aromas gently rise and sprits its floral perfume in the air. 

        Spring is a time for picnics and pretty dresses on a Sunday afternoon, accompanied by soft smiles and subsequent laughter.  Exploring new places and creating memories on spontaneous adventures.  To lay in a field of lavender and stare up at the celestial blue, creating dreamscapes in your mind.  A time for curiosity to flourish. To wander and chase fluttering pieces of poetry.  

        There was a little girl who loved spring. A spirited child with dreams too big to lose.  Her eyes were aglow with curiosity and wander.  She spent her days reading too many books, picking wildflowers and hiking many old trails with her wild bunch of siblings in tow.     

        This little girl is inherently a dreamer.  It was something infused in her by her father and her mother.  Two adventurous souls turned one in a journey of seeking love and truth and living life to its fullest.  Truly, her parents were her biggest inspirations.  She always stood in such awe of the way they carried themselves, with such confidence and determination.  She saw dreams grow big in each of their eyes, but witnessed also how they came together as a team to make their dreams become a reality.  

        She was raised in a home of eager explorers, explorers of the mundane and the profound.  Adventure, exploring, wandering– whichever you wish to call it – made up her blood and bones. 

        But it was the springtime that filled her with the strongest sense of action.  The urgency to step into the unknown despite the many fears or failures lurking in the shadows.  Perhaps it was the way the season captured the essence of blooming, of becoming. The way it illustrates a tale told of beauty and growth.  It pushes her to spread her wings and take flight towards the skies of courage and perseverance.       

        She lay in the field of wildflowers and closes her eyes and suddenly she is dancing in the ballroom of her castle in the sky. 

        It is late in the night as a young woman, wide awake with excitement shining in her eyes finds herself in deep discussion with people full of just as much passion and energy as she. People eager to make a difference, figuring out ways to plant seeds of truth in their community.  Tears prick her eyes as she feels the presence of the Holy Spirit fill her and shivers find their way up her spine as she is constantly reminded to “be the one.”            

        In another instance it is early morning as she sits in front of an open window, the sun seeping in and the curtains billowing in the wind as the breeze shuffles through.  She wears a white night dress, a little baby with a little round face half hers and half the one she loves, laying in its bassinet next to her.  She sits still, a pen in her hand and a journal set before her- and she writes.   

        She was back in the field, the clear blue sky staring back down at her.  A smile crossed her lips as she felt the wind prick her skin.  A storm was brewing so she heard, but that’s not what she felt.  It was adventure on the current of the wind and passion flowed through her like a rushing river.  She didn’t want to become a slave to fear of the unknown, but rather embrace further exploration of who she is and who she was meant to be.  What did she have to lose?  She’d traveled many dirt roads before, crossed many restless seas, but within her lay an urgency to explore further still.  To chase her dreams and passions and embrace the turmoil as it comes, but yet gain the reward of an awesome adventure.  

        The last kiss of spring touched her lips, and whispered, “step into the unknown.”