What appears a pruning unto death
May not be,
But the shearing of the old, the spent,
That new blooms may blossom forth.
Take heart;
Green canes, though bare,
Proclaim good news:
Winter will not always last;
Spring is coming.
Friday, January 21, 2011
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Thank you for sharing your day with me! Your presence here is a gift. *You* are a gift. Right now I am unable to reply to every comment, but please know I read and pray for each and every commenter. My primary energy for reader interactions goes to the crumbs from His table fellowship at crumbsfromhistable.substack.com and you are most welcome there! Grace and peace to you in Christ.
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Isn't it amazing how He can make all things new? Even me. Thank You, Jesus.
ReplyDelete@Brandee Shafer Amen, Brandee.
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