This wee writing is for those who love the smell of damp earth turned toward the sun to dry, waiting for the precious seed to sink into the dark depths of the soil. Then…to be covered over…to die. But, once again, life will spring from what seemed cold and dead and hidden. And like the certainty in the cycle of life, we know that God is real and His handiwork speaks of Him. The marvelous and undeniable lessons we see in nature live forever, just as He abides forever.
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