It is the Season of Sorrow.
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It is quiet, it is still, it is heavy.
And yet, I can see the beauty of the rainbow and it restores my soul because I know that the Son still shines.
For now, there is only dark clouds and the clap of distant thunder. An unwelcomed diagnosis and the journey of faith begins. Release me from all fear Lord.
I long for the Spring. The season of beginnings when all things are fresh and new and clean. Spring, how I long for the sweet smell of Spring.
Peace and Hope,