The ink needs to dry

Creating a new life.
Scary.
Exciting.
Surreal.
Beautiful.
I had no clue that life could be this great.
At one point, I felt as though life was dragging me thru an unending, frigid winter.
Hoping for the spring, I held on, looking up at my Maker for reassurance for new things to come, trusting that one day, the ice will melt and become a refreshing drink for the thirsty ground below. That solid ground, I believed, would soon become a foundation on which life would flourish.
Confident.
Hopeful.
Creative.
Free.
The Lord is faithful.
Life is flourishing.