Good morning world.

This weekend has left me refreshed with a renewed ability to find joy in the small things. The trees are bare and the grass is brown. The air smells like winter and it may be a long one. And this week is normally filled with reflection and sadness. And although having children has given me a new perspective on loss, there is a warmth in my heart. I'll call it joy. The kind that sticks through the long wintr and allows me to find beauty in brown grass and bare trees and... Grief. I've always found God to be the nearest during troubling times and somehow this year, this season is a reminder of that. The God of Novembers.