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Unspeakable Grace: Hints of Spring

Good morning.
As the sun begins to peek through our dreary clouds and the tiniest sprigs of green start to pop through the brown, it’s as if the Lord is reminding us of His power to come and make all things new. He is so faithful to show up just about the time we thought Winter might last forever with a big handful of Spring. 
If it’s still dark where you are, hold on. If the branches you can see are still bare and new life is nowhere to be found, rest assured rejuvenation is on its way. The morning always follows the night, no matter how long the night may be. Silence will be broken by the song of a brave little bird one day very soon. 
Hope will rise on the horizon before you know it. Until it does, sing through the night. Chin quivering, knees knocking, hands trembling – however you have to do it, just do it. Stand to your feet, find your voice, and lift your voice and your heart to the one who’s held you all along. 

Don't rush these slow days of Spring because you long for the carefree days of sunshine and Summer. Watch all creation unfold and unwrap the new life He's bringing to us again. Marvel in the wonder of who He is and all He longs to do in this new season. Don't miss it. Breathe it in. Notice every branch full of new leaves each morning and don't take the serenade of all His creatures for granted in the evening. 
Don't let this current darkness make you forget the light that has come. The Son shines on. Turn your face toward Him today, friend.


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