Cup ‘O Morning: Snow

A layer of puffy snow sits atop the grass, the branches, the deck rails, like cream risen to the surface. Its gentle presence throws a hush over the cold stillness of morning, reminding us that there is a time for quiet.




Come unto me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will quiet you with My love.



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