Hope for Each New Day

Morning after the dust storm

Last night the wind picked up and blew dust from miles away. The dust continues to linger on the horizon. Morning dawned with an eery gloom. The air is oppressive. The leaves of the trees refuse to rustle. No breeze to stir them. Even the usual flurry of birds in the early morning is not here.

Range fire nearby

Several range fires have burned around us. Some have crossed rangeland and advanced into timber land.

Another Day

 

But another day will come. God is faithful. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. Lamentations 3:23 (NLT)

 

My ponderings from the Garden. Debra

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