A shadow fell across our lives this year with the unexpected death of Wayne’s dad just before Christmas. The days have been bittersweet, remembering Papa and dealing with his absence. He was such a strong, quiet man. His influence steadied each of us. Now we are leaning into each other more, leaning into God more.
In the heartache and grieving, the celebration and joy of a life remembered, I have found great comfort in being home–enjoying the beauty and warmth in the space we have created. This place has been a refuge.
Today I will take the tree down, all the decorations, and put things back into proper order. I will blast music throughout the house as I work. I will prepare in faith and strength for the days ahead.
But right now I will linger for a few more minutes; I will pour another cup of spiced tea, sit back in my favorite chair, enjoy the last twinkling of the lights, the scent of the last Christmas candle burning, the quiet of the morning… before I sweep up Christmas and the last bits of 2007.
I love being home.