It feels like Aslan is on the move inside my heart. Things are changing…growing…stretching. Reaching up toward the sun.

For the last two years I have hated winter. Hated it with a passion that even I didn’t understand, a deep loathing that started in my very bones. Winter felt like punishment. Cold, dark, miserable – only the magic of the very first snow was different, and even that was fleeting at best.

This year is going to be different. Because this time, it’s not winter in my heart. Sometimes you don’t appreciate the sun until you’ve been in darkness, and sometimes you don’t know the weight until you feel the freedom.

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