Lord,
As I look out my window at the sky colored solid gray by
thick clouds, the steady fine mist of drizzle wetting the ground and barren limbs
of trees with buds waiting to burst out with spring’s new life, I thank you for
the dreary days.
These days of calm.
These days of refreshment.
Every day has a purpose. Help us remember that we have one
too – on our bright days and on our dreary days.
Amen
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