I went hiking on Sunday morning. No, I didn't go to church. Yes, I'm a bad little Christian. Whatever.
This is what it looked like:
That's what winter in Branson looks like so far.
Cold, empty, barren.
And I still thought it was beautiful. Sure, it wasn't green and beautiful like it was this summer, or even red and gold like in the fall, or the pure whiteness of fresh snow.
And do you know why it was so beautiful?
Because the beauty of winter is that spring always comes after. God always restores new life, new green trees and plants.
The same proves true with life. Your life may seem cold, empty, and barren. But spring always comes after.
Trust in God. It may seem like He's leading you into the forest in winter, but He always has your back. He's got great things in store for you.