then summer wouldn't sing.
If fall didn't shed its molting feathers,
then spring couldn't spread its wings.
We live in a world of perennial extreme,
trials followed by God and His grace,
the crucible mending through emerging mercy -
each season having its place.
"The Lord is faithful to all his promises
and loving toward all he has made"
Psalm 145:13
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