Fresh. Cold. Sun. Clouds. Light. Sunrise. Daybreak. Morning comes. Nights are inevitable, but they don't last forever. Morning comes. As generously as God gives all good things.
Night never lasts forever. And just the first moments of light bring hope.
I love the morning. Not the getting up so much, but the promise that it holds. Of new hope. Of the ending of all that is dark. That time comes. Mornings come.
blessings.
Night never lasts forever. And just the first moments of light bring hope.
I love the morning. Not the getting up so much, but the promise that it holds. Of new hope. Of the ending of all that is dark. That time comes. Mornings come.
blessings.
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