MAY 17
He appointed the moon for seasons:
the sun knoweth his going down.
Psalm 104:19
I am grateful, God of Hope, for the gift of each new day, each new season, like the one unfolding around me now in flower and birdsong, in seedling and bud. When they arrive as surely as dawn follows night and bloom follows bulb, I am uplifted by the fulfillment of your promise.
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