I think I’ve felt raindrops every day of this New Year so far. And not all of them literal.My man and I have already shed many tears in this young year. His uncle went home to Heaven a week ago. Then Saturday I said goodbye to my love, not knowing how soon I will see him again.

Sometimes it seems that the tears, the goodbyes, outweigh the smiles, overshadow the joys. And yet, I know that is not so.

I sit here with a mixture of pain, hope, and confusion in my heart. But I read through the Psalms and know that like David of old I will find the peace, the calm after the storm. I know that even when I can’t see beyond the crazy twists and turns that come into my path, my Savior does, and He is always faithful.

So I turned my Christmas lights on again, warmed up some apple juice sprinkled with cinnamon,and put on a CD of piano music by Jim Gibson. And with a twinkling candle for company, and cozy slippers on my feet, I’ll attend to the tasks that are calling my name.

Happy New Year to one and all… May you see the Son shine through the rain!