It's been three years.
This morning I walked outside, and I felt the warmth of the sun melting the snow. However deep the snow, the winter can not last forever... However dark the night, the light is breaking in through the cracks -splintering fragments of wonder and new beginnings.
However broken the heart, a pulse invokes hope.
It is not quite spring yet, but something deep in the core of my being insists that she is coming. And she is bringing resurrection with her.
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Psalm 30:4-6
4Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
your lord can feel that pain dear one and he WILL bring back the spring time into your heart and it seems that he has already started....from terry
:) So close.
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