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lilac colored flowers start to bloom atop the moss covered branches. It’s time to replant ourselves and take a bet on the spring romances. I don’t pick the flowers to smell them. Just like I no longer pick the scabs of my wounds that are healing. The change of seasons matched the change in my spirit that has become appealing.

I don’t want to have to distract myself to feel okay. I want to be able to sit with myself and know my place. It’s time to do spring cleaning. Calling in the Warrens to stand toe to toe with my demons. I know God put this mountain in my way for a reason. And I’m almost at the peak. The battle always gets hardest when you know your close to your goal. When everything you want is within reach. You might even sabotage yourself and make the journey even more steep.

But not me anymore. There’s beauty in the treacherous battle uphill. Theres appeal in overcoming the impossible. I know on the other side of my summit is there sweetest rewards I could hold. Like being a healed man that can properly hold her mending heart. And finishing all the dreams that i forgot I even started. And in the meantime i pray blessings over my springtime. I want to make the most of it. No more pricetags on my soul because there’s no condition to hold a piece of it.

She’s the biggest piece of my springtime peace.