Silver Sunday


I am thankful to the Lord, my God, for:

- the smell of freshly-mowed grass
- silver edging the clouds at sunrise
- fewer grasshoppers
- periods of quiet when the cicadas are silent
- a barely-noticeable shift in the seasons
Silver Sunday

Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
    great is Your faithfulness.

~ Lamentations 3:22,23




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