My Buxom Beauty Rose is fading. Petals fall when the table
is nudged. Its days are numbered.
But the heady perfume remains, bringing a smile to my weary
face.
There is a time for everything. Every ending heralds a new beginning.
Ours is a God of hope, of life and light and love. Every problem signals an
opportunity to see our sovereign Lord display his mighty hand.
The joy of the Lord is our strength. Walking towards the
sunset, we know that we will never be left in the dark.
I am overwhelmingly grateful.
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