In the Rocky Mountains winters can be dark and deep. The days are short and nights are long. All once living appears stark and dead. Yet there are moments when my soul opens to the solitary majesty of a single snow flake. Then I know that God is here - even in my dark days when all I can do is wait. Someone greater than I holds the seasons in His design and will keep me warm until frost turns to living waters once again.
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