Some of you live where these pictures detail what you experience in the wintertime. Some of you live where these aren't nearly cold or icy enough. Others of you live where the sun shines most of the time and if the temperature hits 50 degrees, you're shivering. Wherever you live, wintertime wears its own clothes, has its own aroma, and does as it pleases.
I've decided to be a little bit more forgiving of wintertime. It's not my favorite season, but it carries its own stark beauty. I decided I can handle the temperatures in the 30s with no problem, maybe even the upper 20s. Those temperatures can be dressed for. Below those demands more than I can seem to find to assure warmth if exposed to them for very long.
Wintertime can either be the harbinger of death or the hopeful reminder that spring does follow. Really it's our choice on which we care to concentrate when going through the extremes of the season. Life in seasons . . . each with its own beauty, dread, joy, or sorrow. We choose, we experience, we learn, we persevere.
Lord, thank you for it all. You make it doable. You make life matter. Thank you, Jesus.
Into the Fire 
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