Blooming in Dreariness

This time of year gets to me.
Ugh.
And this year particularly has driven me a bit crazy, because we've had snow FOUR times y'all. FOUR. In January. I live in the South for a reason. I want one or two days of snow and then I'm ready for Spring.
I want to get outside and dig up weeds and coax all those silly bulbs that have already started poking their head's out of the ground. Who's with me? Want to get some dirt under your fingernails? I need some sunshine!

Instead, I'm stuck inside more often than not as it rains (or snows) or is cold. And it starts to wear a person down.
Good news, though. God gives me joy in other ways.
The plant in the picture is my kolanchoe. My mom gave it to me about fifteen years ago, and as you can see, I haven't killed it yet. It's lived in Round Rock, Texas, Tyler, Texas, and now in Tennessee, moving outside during the summer and in during the cold. And it hasn't bloomed in several years.
But I must've done something right this year, because it's covered in tiny red buds, all about to burst forth in happiness.
Something to tide me over until it's time for other flowers to bloom.
Because even in the dreariness of winter, God is still there.
​Do you sometimes need that reminder as much as I do?