God is with us. Let us be with Him.
A dull morning
Drab and dreary, I grumble. But I looked again. Indeed there is the glory of light behind the fog; the delicate tracery of branches against the light.
Lord, may I ever be aware of your glory, even veiled and hidden as it may be today.
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