I vow to walk through the pages of your cold days. Walking through them not because I enjoy them but because I know that there is a better chapter waiting for me. For I know that all of this is but a season. I vow to be honest with my heart and fall deeper in love with the Master Author who is allowing me to be but a character in HIS story. I have waited all year for you December. The old things must die so that life can abound.