My world is awash in the beauty of the springtime God - and Its 
glorious. In every direction I see signs of new life, and the wonder of it all is breathtaking. I'm in awe of the trees and bushes as they suddenly go from being brown, lifeless skeletons to lovely sculptures punctuated by pink, lavender, and white. This is an amazing world God. And it's a wonderful gift to your people.
Thank you God for speaking to me through your still, small voice in the winter. Thank you for speaking to me with shouts of color and life in the spring. I listen for your voice and I hear it in all its various forms. And spring is so full of your voice that I can barely hear anything else.
glorious. In every direction I see signs of new life, and the wonder of it all is breathtaking. I'm in awe of the trees and bushes as they suddenly go from being brown, lifeless skeletons to lovely sculptures punctuated by pink, lavender, and white. This is an amazing world God. And it's a wonderful gift to your people.Thank you God for speaking to me through your still, small voice in the winter. Thank you for speaking to me with shouts of color and life in the spring. I listen for your voice and I hear it in all its various forms. And spring is so full of your voice that I can barely hear anything else.
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