Winter stretches me —
grey skies, cold bones, heavy days.
But woven through the struggle are reminders of God’s goodness:
sunrise, warmth, water, grace.
Sitting between two worlds —
one stretched thin by tension,
the other cushioned by comfort —
I hear the same gentle invitation:
Be consistent. Stay faithful.
Let your character be shaped by God, not geography.
Let your calling remain steady, no matter the climate.
