The fierce, bitter winds of winter howl throughout the night, painting a glistening, white canvas with invisible brush strokes.
Despite it’s threatening presence …
morning reveals a masterpiece.
Sometimes our lives are threatened with storms, leaving us feeling empty and cold.
Yet, there is beauty to be found when healing scatters its warmth upon our heartache.
Is there always beauty to be found after raw pain?
Or is it that we never noticed it before?