O Living God,
dirty snow patches the ground.
The grass is brown,
trees are bare, and
old bird nests rest
on the branches.
Three weeks ago,
I planted paper narcissus bulbs
in a bowl. Now they are blooming,
and their scent fills the living room.
They remind me that even though
the seasons change,
I can count on a Living God
to continue to work.

Isaiah 40:8:
The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever.

Hymn: All Creatures of Our God and King


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