The joy of seasons, of expectation, of God preparing, of not quite knowing but thinking there's something on the horizon, of stomachs jittering with anticipation, of uncomfortable birth pangs which deliver beautiful new life. Today we visited Chris and Suzy and their tiny daughter Abigail. So strange to recall that we prayed for her when she was but a bump and now she is here in all her fearful and wonderful madeness. She was knitted and woven and hand-crafted into someone utterly unique. A season of expectation elapsed into one of arrival and celebration. Thus it is with us: sometimes we wait, pregnantly groaning for a new seasons whilst in the midst of pain; sometimes we savour and relish each moment of joy in a time of feeling extra specially blessed. A time for birth. But in each and every season still the opportunity to bring him glory and bless his name through our praises.