Sitting by a warming fire, reflecting on a year almost drained of all but hours.
The family’s skiing, while I enjoy the quiet of the B&B where we’ve cozied ourselves in the Berkshires. .
Let it snow.
And it has.
Jud would’ve been off skiing with them.
Sometimes makes me wonder why I’m here and he’s not.
Jud was always more fit than I.
Better at so much.
Here I sit, head resting on the wing of the chair, substitute shoulder, staring off into space, wondering.
Wondering why this second year without Jud felt so much tougher?
Wondering what’s ahead for our world, our country, our family, me?
Meanwhile, I hear Maggie’s reminder to Popo, “Don’t worry, Momo will be with you soon.”
Does she have “a word from the Lord,” as some might say to underscore their point?
I wonder how to keep reality and hope balanced, like Jud did so well, right ’til the end?
Dare I hope, while doing the duty nearest at hand, to hear angels sing, to hear Fear Not, wrapped in the Good News, that I, like you, have a Savior, Christ the Lord?
Is it still possible to go to Bethlehem, to meet Jesus, and like the shepherds, return home, different?
As this year slips into another, I wonder what’s still possible?
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