Another Christmas is past. Another one for the ghost of Christmas past to visit if I ever find myself reliving the story of Scrooge.
This was a good Christmas. Times shared with family and a time to share both Christmas eve and Christmas day with friends of my children.
2013 was a year full of trials, not so much for me but for those I love very much. It was a year to pray hard for those close to us.
There are several moments about this year that I will never forget. One in particular was a prayer I heard over the phone. A prayer that hard times, terrible times, would be turned to glorious times as a period of great spiritual growth.
It was a year when I learned why God created and blessed the family. This year brought some of the hardiest laughs and most heart wrenching tears our family has ever heard. Through it all I tried to give thanks, which is so much easier when you are a bystander and not the sufferer. The one who suffered the most in our family is my hero, who is showing me day by day what true surrender to the will of God involves.
It was also a year to find Jesus in places I did not expect and in faces I did not know.
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