Hope in God Restored as The Morning Dew Signals a New Day

The morning dew lay heavy upon the grass, glistening drops of refreshment clinging to each blade. In each tiny globe of moisture, the light of a new day reflected like glitter scattered across the field. Searching for renewed hope in God, the tiny beads of light got my attention.

I thought of how the dew was formed — the warm air rising from the earth clashing with the cooler air of descending darkness.

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