Every morning, on the inside of me, I start full of hope… full of thanks… full of promises to talk to God when I think I’m slipping.

And by the time dinner rolls around my heart feels cold as snow.

I forgot Him.  I remembered the worries instead… created my own pain.

But the good thing about snow is that it melts and makes way for growth.

So I hold on for morning…..

…..to be full of hope.  Again.

And I’ll get better at remembering the good stuff.  First.

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