They look like they would fall with the slightest breeze. As much as I admire their delicate beauty, I find myself marveling at the strength of these soft pink balls. Somehow they withstand the late winter storms, buffeted by gales of wind, hail and heavy rain. They stand strong, clinging to their precarious perch, drawing strength from their roots despite the storm.
I am inspired to hold on despite the challenges in my life, draw strength from the deep roots of my faith and know that summer days are ahead...

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