The frozen ground crunched underfoot beneath dreary gray winter skies. I almost stepped on this rare glimpse of color on that drab day– God’s sign that hope springs eternal. How many gray skies have any of us been under when we’ve almost stepped on God’s signs of hope, rather that opened our eyes to the God- sighting so close at hand? Lent is a season of hope for all those who have eyes to see.
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