I have often questioned God’s timing because He seems to work at what appears to be my worst time, but I have learned that when it’s His timing the details get worked out in spite of me. I just need the next steps and some courage.

Joy and sorrow intertwined. Small break throughs flowing through each story. Tears shed over it all.

It wasn’t long before I realized that it wasn’t about finding the perfect time as much as it was about being able to function well in the storm that was our daily life with very small people in our care.

As I stopped to photograph the gently falling snow that was piling up on trees and the sides of historic homes, I couldn’t help but think that this season was necessary.