But will you come?

"Will you come with me to the mountians? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?" C. S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

February

If February had been a photo, I think it would look like these. Barren and waiting for the new life like the aspens, yet faithful and steady like the evergreens. Like ice melting into still waters, hard pieces of the heart are slowly, almost imperceptibly, softened to mirror His heart. And surrounded tall granite walls always  pulling and urging me Further Up and Further In.