spring has come again. not in any rush, but in gradual glowing hue of warm and wet, and light scents of new grass and buds... not sideswiping us, but gently tickling us up the back, with light and life: making slow and steady smiles upon our faces, up-turned in the rhythm of worship to the Maker of this season. winters pass away. the cold, from hurt and pain and suffering, is held in gentle Hands, and brushed in the warm of His gentle breath. Who could imagine, Love both Bold & Kind? Yet this is our God.
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Wonderful post. Few words. Big sentiment. All encompassing truth
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