Yesterday afternoon, my daughter and I visited our local Verizon store.

Her phone decided to completely go bananas and is not working. Yay. Not the best thing to happen at Christmas.

I mean, the phone store is always crowded, then add in the week of Christmas…ugh.

We walked in and no one even looked at us. Hmm. Ok. I guess we will just wait until someone can help us.

There were people everywhere.

We waited for about 10 minutes, still no one.

Whew. What a few days it has been!

I am on day 6 of having some sort of horrible sickness.

Finally, yesterday morning, I began to see the light at the end of the feverish, body aching, chills, tunnel.

Praise Jesus for healing. Seriously.

You never think about your health much until you are sick—then that is all you think about!

I did not even have the energy to drag myself to the doctor. I mean, I am a mom, I can figure out what is going on. I have the INTERNET to help me. Ha!

With all of my searching and findings, I think I had the flu.

WebMD has nothing on a mom! (ok, kidding.)

As I sat here at home, day after day, I stared at the twinkling lights on my Christmas tree.

I was forced to rest and be still.

Hmmm.

Ok, God. I hear you.

Not too long ago, I dreaded Winter.

I would look at my calendar and feel this knot begin to form in my stomach and rise to my throat.

The cold, dry, long, dark days of winter brought a sadness to my soul for many years.

Actually, I think there is a diagnosis for this now—SAD. Seasonal Affective Disorder. It is a real thing!

Every day it felt like I was drudging through, counting down the days until Easter and the arrival of Spring.

However, my heart has recently shifted.