I just pondered some thoughts on joy and grief this morning. Yesterday I found snowdrops growing beside one of the honking big snow piles next to the house.
Snowdrifts.... that seem like they will never melt.
Snowdrops... that remind me that spring will come.
We have Aslan with us... it is the end of "winter and never Christmas"
It's just that right now, there's a hell of a lot of snow to melt. On the ground, and in my heart.
Just being real.