It's snowy this year, but usually it is overcast, cold, damp and barren here. There's a certain sadness I feel after Christmas, like there is nothing to look forward to. But there always is. It's the winter's edge. Something happens. Something is happening.
God doesn't waste any season—even when things seem dormant. He is alive. He is working in unexpected ways and places for our best interest and His glory. He is in control. He uses everything to work together for good.
Someday all wrongs will be made right. All sadness will disappear. New life, growth, meaning, healing will be complete.
I do not see or feel this all now. But I believe still—He is in the winter's edge...