All of life moves in seasons. Sometimes things are bright as a glorious summer day, and the next moment winter bleakness has settled in.
I’ve faced some long winters.
Between a childhood in Alaska and adulthood in Northern New York, there are a few things I’ve learned about winter. You can survive it. You can. It’s entirely possible. But you have to do the work. You have to cut the wood, or fill the oil tanks, or store the coal. You have to be wise about where you go and who you listen to. You have to plan ahead.
In Alaska, winters include hours of darkness—days when the skies remain a muted gray and fade into black. Day after day after day.
The honest-to-goodness truth is that God allows us to go through winters in our souls, where things freeze and struggles abound. And we have to be prepared. We…
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