I think Spring and Hope are friends.

After winter’s grey starts to fade, spring’s green hope starts to flourish. Little plants pushing to pop through the dirt, birds singing sweet songs while building nests for new life, fresh wind, more sun — may it all remind us who our hope is. And may we praise Him. More and more.

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