When All You See Are Gray Skies and Dark Days
Gray skies … Dark days … Frigid temperatures … Barren trees. Large numbers on the bathroom scale … low numbers in my checking account … an empty house … a lonely heart. Such is the culture of January. If I am not careful, I can be swallowed alive by the cold and gloom … by the emptiness … of January.
What are you afraid of? It’s a good question, isn’t it? It is a question that we all must answer with the greatest amount of courage we are able to muster. What is that one thing that brings absolute terror … unabated anxiety … and raging worry to your soul?