The weather changes, and the snow falls finally, here in Denver. Snow piles up on our windowpanes, like something out of an old christmas card.
I should have taken a picture. It was beautiful this morning, all soft, quiet, and white.
2010 has, arguably, been the most difficult year of my life. I know I'm not alone in that - I read so many blogs, I hear so many people say it, my friends write me letters, and they all say the same thing. This year has been difficult. I recognize that, and I honor your courage and hope.
There was beauty, too. Growth in the struggle. There were times in the thick of it, when I was drowning in everything going on in my life, when I would say to myself "You have always stretched enough to become what you need to be. This time will be no different."
Then, I would swim to shore. It was always there when I looked.
I wish you all an amazing new year. Full of dreams, of love, and most of all of grace that sustains you.