Morning is here–another newly minted day, as bright and untarnished as a new penny. Night has gathered its dark robes around it and moved off, giving place to the rising sun. Hope stirs with the breeze that moves the leaves. Troubles that seemed insurmountable with darkness sink, defeated, before the glow of hope.
As long as hope beats within the human breast, failure has no room to grow and flourish. Hope becomes faith and faith becomes certainty. There is One who watches, encourages, strengthens, and, most of all, loves us. He is in charge. The God of Heaven and earth reigns and we have no reason to doubt or fear. We move confidently into another day
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So true. Always enjoy your thoughtful words. So encouraging
Thank you, Deb. Folk like you make it worthwhile to write.