Silent Sunday

Creation speaks. It speaks of newness that rises out of the old, life that comes out of what appears dead, and brilliant beautiful colors that fill in where it was only subdued browns and grays of rocks and dirt. Seeing the flowers of Spring encourages me to remember that there’s hope. Always.  Always, always, always.  Even when all we see are browns and grays. What we bring to Him, He can make new. Not only new… but beautiful and lifeRead more