I've heard it's called a frog storm-- one of those I-thought-it-was-spring-and-then-I-woke-up-to-snow-on-the-ground days. To see the little shoots in my flower garden still smiling as they poked their way through the frozen whiteness brought joy to my heart.
Lord, help me to keep right on growing, regardless of the icy coldness of my surroundings.
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