Cup ‘O Morning: Early Daffodils

It is the last day of January, and the early daffodil shoots tremble in the cold, and at the touch of the shy sunlight. I watch its gentle fingering of the green stalks, new life come before its expected time.




And this is a gift today, my daughter. For I am the one whose power works in your life, exceedingly abundantly above all that you could ask or imagine, to showcase my beauty and glory like these daffodils are meant to do.



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