I can hear the rain drops hitting the window above my bed. While it's a soothing sound as I drift to sleep, safely tucked into my warm bed, it's quite another story when the alarm goes off.

Another day. Gray overcast skies. Rainy. Cold. Dreary.

And it feels like ages since I've seen the sun.

Day after day, its the same dismal forecast. Thick dark clouds blocking out all hopes of sunshine. Wet, blustery winds make venturing outside of the house a chore, at best.  Nothing changes. And a sense of joy begins to fade. Any sense of motivation freezes with the change of rain to sleet.

For so many of us, the long dread of winter begins to reflect the season of our souls.

A sense of sadness and depression comes with these days of cold and barreness. And so many are fighting the fight to tackle another day. Of the same bleak circumstances.

I must admit. I've felt the funk myself. For no good reason really. But I haven't even blogged these last few days because I had no words. I just had nothing to offer. A severe case of the blahs have begun to dig in and take root.

Again this morning, I was praying for words. Something. Anything to say. I had lost my words. 

There it was.

Slowly forming in my mind, one word. Rising forth, breaking through the clouds.

Enough.

Just enough.