Misty, moisty, mountain morning

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Its been a while since we’ve spent the night on the mountain.  Its fall, 40 degrees, the forest is shrouded in fog and all I hear is a steady whisper of rain on the roof.  It is a season in our life for hammers and nails and buckets of paint.  The work ahead looks endless but I am encouraged when I remember God makes all things beautiful in His time.
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