No matter how cruel it is winter, spring will arrive. God continues to hold his universal design. Until the most anarchist knows this. In the darkness of a winter night, in the depths of the earth, be waiting the seed to germinate for glorious spring.
Come Spring. Warm the hearts of men. Come Spring and bring me joy. That winter scene is dark even in it's whiteness. The many warm shades of spring are hidden until the right moment in time for it to emerge. I wait.
If we must have more Winter, then thanks be to God for the beautiful white softness of snow tossed about by the wind. The hand of God directs it all, and so we watch in wonder--safe and warm at home, yet waiting for Him to send the Spring. Thank you for writing, dear friends, and may God bless you and your loved ones.
No matter how cruel it is winter, spring will arrive. God continues to hold his universal design. Until the most anarchist knows this.
ReplyDeleteIn the darkness of a winter night, in the depths of the earth, be waiting the seed to germinate for glorious spring.
Now that's optimism for you, Shelley!
ReplyDeleteCome Spring. Warm the hearts of men. Come Spring and bring me joy. That winter scene is dark even in it's whiteness. The many warm shades of spring are hidden until the right moment in time for it to emerge. I wait.
ReplyDeleteIf we must have more Winter, then thanks be to God for the beautiful white softness of snow tossed about by the wind. The hand of God directs it all, and so we watch in wonder--safe and warm at home, yet waiting for Him to send the Spring. Thank you for writing, dear friends, and may God bless you and your loved ones.
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