Last Christmas, Cam surprised me with this camellia shrub that I'd googly-eyed at the nursery, with the promise of fragrant, beautiful blooms by the next winter.
I've been watering it ever since, expecting God to make it break out into gorgeous blooms. I leaped in the air at the first blossoms this Christmas, and then when it totally exploded in color by the time we got home from Hokkaido. The smell alone was worth the wait. And every morning that I go out to check for new blooms, I am reminded of these simple, yet spectacular truths: the promise of Spring, new life, and answered prayer.