Burdens

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.

I shake mounded snow from the branches I walk beneath, and they rise from their burden of beauty, but most in these woods are happy to bow under the weight of the blessing bestowed upon them in darkness and brilliant now in the morning. The sun will quietly bear its bundle among the branches that waited all through the night, until, embraced in its beams, they are patiently, softly unbound and rise up into the light.

Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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