The dreary cloud-cover, obscuring the light of the sun, will scatter bits of diamond-lattice everywhere.
The dead-looking bare branches of the trees will soften, bulge and sprout new leaves in the spring.
The dry stubble and clay soil of these hills will be softened with rain and sun, and bear good green fruit once again.
And likewise God will bless your heart and your hands, how you live and love, and whatever you do with all your might. He is the renewer of life, the purifier whiter than snow, the fire that purges the dross away; He is the One who can turn bitter sweet and crooked straight. He is the life that is stronger than the death that threatens and lies, constrains, suffocates, and presses down, wars against you and wears you down.
Trust and waver not, since He is for you.