The Miracle of Spring

It has been a tenuous spring this year . . . courageous spring flowers suddenly blanketed in snow.  Yet always the storm clouds part and the sun shines through once again.  Winter's grasp never stays.  Glorious spring has come. As I contemplate Easter I hear these words . . .
"Each of us will have our own Fridays - those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces.  We will all experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put back together again.  We will all have our Fridays.  But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death - Sunday will come.  In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come. No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come.  In this life or the next, Sunday will come."  - Joseph B. Wirthlin 

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