Wednesday, January 2, 2013
The New Year
I am starting the New Year with a cold.
Fighting it strong.
Airborne, tea made for colds, sleep and naps, and quiet.
It is very grey outside and wet.
It is very much how I feel.
I finished Anna Karenina yesterday.
We saw Les Mise for the second time. My daughter for the 3rd time.
We are humming and singing songs about Grace. Fierce beauty of Grace.
“When presently the twelfth stroke of the clock shall have sounded, we stand again at the opening of a new year. For that year also God appoints the beginning. He plants it. His divine hand commits the germ of it to the life of the world. But likewise His is the knowledge of what the end of the year shall bring us. Whether for you, for one of your dear ones, it shall be the last year of life; or whether for you or for one whom your soul loveth, it will be the year of conversion and of coming into life; whether roses will be strewn upon your way, or thorns on the stalk shall smart and wound you. He knows all the trouble that this year shall burden your heart…. And therefore do not fear and neither be afraid, but now at the change of years, in childlike confidence grasp the faithful hand of that Father who is in heaven.”