This Friday morning...colder than most mornings in December. Our breath is huge in the air. There is frozen water. Is it really spring? Why is it taking so long? Why does this late-to-show spring remind me so much of my life?
sickness sorrow mistakes
heartache suffering weakness
see it's Friday... Sunday is coming.
"And He who sits on the throne said, "Behold, I am making all things new." And He said, "Write, for these words are faithful and true." -Revelation 21:5
For the hope of spring.
For the promise of new life.
There will be a resurrection.
Oh I need a resurrection! Don't you?