Winter is not always a friend

February has always been the darkest month

I love to be uplifting, encouraging, and bringing hope. Sometimes that’s hard, especially when it’s cold, the skies are gray and snow blankets the earth half beautiful, half deadly.

My husband was in the hospital this last week and though I’ve been aware that we’re getting older and our days here won’t be forever, the realization that I might be alone sooner than not, hit me hard. I’ve a new appreciation for our relationship. I don’t want things to change but I know they will. I want to be with him always. I don’t even want to imagine not being with him. And yet, we’re in the winter of our lives and so it’s natural to cling to those we love.

I feel for those of you who have lost loved ones. May you be Comforted.

Life is not a symphony, it is the orchestra and we are the instruments. We are the seasons, the sadness of winter pales our lips, the hope of spring colors our cheeks, the happiness of summer warms our hearts, and the melancholy of fall stirs our thoughts.

If you step outside under the morning star, you will find that it is always darkest before the dawn.

Peace to you, my friends.