Tracks in the snow or at the beach or in a wood...they always tell a story. Someone has been here and now they are gone. Their impact is noticeable yet fleeting. Scripture says, "we spend our years as a tale that is told." (Ps. 90:9). The snow is gone in the Midwest and so the traces of this critter are long melted away. Yet the "story" of our lives will ring in eternity. What is being written of you? Of me?
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