The winter after we moved to this area was one of the most lonely periods of my life. And of all the seasons, winter is the one where depression is most likely to sneak into my life and stifle my hope.
Darkness shrouds the day shortly before my husband even gets home from work. Bitter cold days seem to never end.
It was on one such day when the light inside me was fading that God reminded me He was still there. He reached out and embraced me with his loving arms at the most unexpected moment.
Will you keep reading with me? I am honored to be sharing over at Bearing Branch today. I don’t want you to miss this story of God’s faithfulness.