It’s Christmas Eve, and there’s much to do! I gaze at the American Beech leaves. Their marcescence or “hanging on” strikes me. It’s Advent; and I’m hanging on, too — hanging on to the promise of a Savior. I see the peephole, light shining in from Heaven. Through the withered. Through the weary. Suddenly, all is calm. And all is bright!
Merry Christmas celebration to you and your family, Janet.