No more winter blues

As I sit on my porch looking at flowers in full bloom, it seems hard to remember that the same scene was covered with snow just a few months ago. It was the snowiest winter on record in my area and my favorite. No, I'm not usually fond of winter, but this past winter was a special one.

Let me back up a little. After a terrible winter a little over two years ago, I felt I'd better pray about the situation. The bad weather had made me feel pretty depressed. Some days I felt as if I were just surviving until springtime. Although winter would be recurring every year, I knew gloomy, sluggish, or dreary thinking didn't need to.

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