Sunday Sadness
God’s promises are true for you
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3 min readMay 17, 2020
The day was bright, and the colors of May blossomed in my hands. Spade in the ground, I was digging in the dirt, planting hopefully happy colors.
Fuchsia and white alternated like children in a row, holding strawberry and vanilla ice cream cones on a warm day, grinning from ear to ear. The breeze blew their fragrance upward, and in this moment, I should have…
