early

The players come and go.

But the sun rises over that field every morning.

Seasons come.  Some good.

Seasons go.  Some bad.

But the sun rises every morning.

Thankful for that Truth for sure.

The Sun rises every single solitary morning.

Some things are a given.  No matter what kind of season we’re in.

Love that.

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