It is the brunt of February. The once soft snow, is now rock hard. It clings to the curbs, refusing to melt. Fierce winds blow, piercing my face like a thousand needle pricks. Each second, I shiver, feeling colder and colder.
But inwardly, my heart is warm. As I walk through this storm, God is with me.
I can’t see Him clearly. When I breathe out the cold air, condensation fogs up my glasses and my vision becomes hazy.
But He sees me.
And He knows.
I have much to be thankful for.
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If you’re one of my old readers, welcome! I’m a bit saddened to retire my old blog (my faithful ol’ xanga). I made many friends there and received so much encouragement and support in my writing. But the time has come to transition to a new space, so here I am.
If you’re one of my new readers, nice to have you here!
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“What happens when snow melts?
It becomes spring.”
– Kana, in Takaya’s Fruits Basket