Sometimes our faith life can feel a little cold. It’s okay. Eventually the sun will come out and we can feel even stronger.

I am the first one who complains about the cold. I feel often that I was dropped in the wrong part of the world and should live in Ecuador or something as much as I crave warmth and heat. But I try to appreciate the cold or the frost it brings at times.
Sometimes when faith gets frosty it’s hard to remember that there can be beauty in the midst of the cool.

What do you do when your faith is frosty? Share your comments below!