With the change in season, I have been in the mood to explore. We moved to this home in the dead of winter last year with a new little one who demanded much time and focus. But this year, I know where to look for the first signs of spring.

I knew I loved our home from the start, but this season always opens my heart to loving our home even more. Our previous home had no landscape or trees. Our time outside was limited and there wasn’t much beauty around us.

Now, we have a beautiful birch tree stretching its long limbs over the roof of our house and a willow tree’s thin branches hovering over our backyard. There are bushes aligning the sides, and, alongside them, I see little stems poking through the brown, wet dirt reaching to the sun eagerly waiting to bloom.

I have been anticipating what these tiny plants will turn into. I know they are rooted, taking in nourishment, and intent on becoming what they are meant to be. But what does that look like? Did they know what life was like beyond the darkness, or did they just keep growing in hopes what lied ahead served them well? Either way, they couldn’t help but grow and move in that direction.


I believe my curiosity has peaked around these little ones because how often are we the same way? We want to grow, so we quench our thirst and work to strengthen ourselves to move forward, placing one foot in front of the other without knowing where we may be headed at the time. We refuse to remain stagnant and are taking in the good following all we know to do so that one day, when it’s OUR season, we can bloom.

Are you waiting to bloom? What things are you doing to nourish yourself while the process is underway?

Foust headshot 2Amanda is a wife, mother, writer, and life coach. Pen and paper make her spirit come alive. She spends her creative time reading, decorating, and handwriting fonts. Her world is better with an assortment of chocolate and a stack of books packed and ready for travel. Read more at https://whatabeautifulmesswerein.wordpress.com/