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Freezing Cold Hope - GRASSROOTS Church
Fingertips and ears aching, chin and cheeks burning. It is the winter cold. Trees bare their naked twisted branches, grass shrivels into crisp, brown deadness. This is the deadly winter cold. Animals hide, clouds hover, all of creation falls asleep under the sparkling, white enchantment. Everything looks dead, cold, all hope has been lost for green life. But wait, roots in the ground hold the tiniest spark of life. Seeds lie dormant, awaiting. Trees full of icicles pause, quiet. Nature knows there is always hope…