If I could be permitted to generalise about Winter, I’d say it’s barren. Nothing compared to Spring for sure. Trees bare of leaves, gardens bereft of colour. Or so I thought. Venturing out to my garden between rain showers I discovered in a little corner a burst of colour. Some fiesty toadstools had taken occupation. Bright red and orange defiant of the surrounding bleakness. Winter may be a season when much of the growth is hidden underground, but there’s still colour and beauty to be found.

It’s the same when we face a hard season in life. There’s still colour – blessings to be found. Sometimes we just need to look a little closer, a little harder and we will see them. We can take comfort, rest too, in the knowledge that no matter the season, God is there with us.

“And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” (2 Corinthians 9:8)