Fresh Wind

So... Spring break. Supposed to be fun, right? Completely bombing the GRE, getting my car destroyed by a crazy woman, going to a funeral... Sound fun? You wanna know the crazy part? I didn't cry about any of that. But yesterday I bent my fingernail back and started tearing up! Oh boy... It's always the little things that get to me.

Despite all the yuck, life is good. I've gotten a fresh wind lately. Maybe it's Spring, maybe it's God, maybe it's brokenness, or maybe a combination... Whatever it is, I'm relishing it.