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It's Only a Season





Rainy, cold spring days appear to be on a repeat cycle here in my neck of the woods.  In some ways, the weather seems to reflect the bleak mood of our restricted nation as well as the world these days.  The Corona virus affects the way society does life, but there are good things hidden in bad times. 

I’m sharing my thoughts at Cheryl’s today.  I hope you will visit me there at Homespun Devotions!  She is collecting stories about coping during this time of social distancing.  You might even want to share yours!

Stay Safe.

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  1. It snowed here yesterday. It didn't stick and I was very much hoping it would. I will go over to Homespun Devotions and read your entry. Thank you for adding your story.

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    1. It snowed in Sedona, too! We woke up to 27 degrees here.

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  2. The weather does indeed affect our mood and health.
    I like your view expressed in Homespun devotions, that togetherness will help us overcome the corona crisis.

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  3. I love that Mary, so encouraged by your post!! And even from just the title, yes, its only a season!!
    Much love! God bless you and your loved ones as you share His heart of love with all those around you!xox

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    1. PS like Duta, my comment here too is in reply to reading your thoughts in Homespun Devotions!! God bless you and keep you!!❤️

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  4. My Tom certainly falls prey to what they call S.A.D.; I'm headed to Cheryl's place now. Wishing you and (your) Tom a blessed day!

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  5. As always Mary I love your writings. You surely seem to know what I need to read and when I need to read it. God is surely on the throne isn't He? Hugs and blessings, Cindy

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  6. I did visit with you at Cheryl’s and I thank you for your post. God bless you!

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  7. Just stopping by to say hello and hope you're doing well. Take good care! Will visit Cheryl's.

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