Winter is hanging on by a tenuous thread of frozen water and a
tired shred of woody fiber in South Lancaster, MA. Even with
yesterday's eight inches of fresh snow, the sun is triumphantly
warming up all the cold places to the dripping stage and I am
delighted with both the beauty of a winter day and the brightness
of a spring promise:
"Revive me according to Your lovingkindness,
So that I may keep the testimony of Your mouth" (Psalm 119:88)
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