Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down
from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting
shadows.
Having seen no shadow this morning, Punxsutawney Phil
predicts an early spring. That is good news for me, as the winter months are
lonely months. Cold weather and short-changed sunlight can hold me hostage
inside my home, isolated from family and friends. I check my cell phone countless
times to see if a loved one has texted. Has anyone wished me a good morning? Is anyone praying for me? Does anyone care how my day was?
