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Winter—
The trees have dropped their leaves. The landscape is barren, brown and gray where once numerous colors danced. White mists of fog cloud the view. Icy raindrops form. The air is no longer crisp but cold bringing a burning sensation to your skin sending shock waves like frozen daggers. Snow falls softly, gently. Peace. Sunlight peers through illuminating the now white landscape as it begins to glisten and sparkle…
This picture of winter can also be seen in the winter of the soul. The grieving soul finds itself shrouded in loneliness. The landscape is barren. Once there was joy now only sorrow. You walk around in a fog, a mist forms over your soul. Tears fall like icy raindrops your heart seems to be frozen over. Memories don’t even begin to comfort. Every tiny hint of life burns like the cold winds of winter. Somehow, through a comforting word, a kind gesture, a passage of scripture—you find a place of rest. Peace comes for but a moment. In the kindness of others you find the warmth of compassion, like sunlight on snow, bringing some sense of hope.
…In time, the early blossoms will peer out of the barren landscape. The gentle spring rains will fall and the colorful landscape will once again dance with joy.
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