There are ‘seasons’ in our lives when words truly fail us. 2019 was one of those ‘seasons’ for me. Words not only failed but even dried up in me as I watched the events and the course of our lives flow by rapidly. Four weddings amidst intense family arrangements, juxtaposition of joy and stress, a new venture being trialed tentatively with unknown outcomes yet to materialise, involvement with ladies meetings bringing renewed spiritual strength and hope in my retiring years, tackling care issues for our elderly dad with the usual family dramas that go with it, a new granddaughter lighting up our days and so much more of our routine mundane things – much too much to be expressed in words.
So I would much rather shine the light on our beautiful little bundle – Zoie Isabella, born to our second daughter and son-in-law, and sister to a proud brother and two cousins. Zoie, our first granddaughter, arrived gently in the midst of all that care and concern and delightfully creased our faces with an abundance of love desired and freely given.
Reminding us all again, of that which is far more important – life itself.
And, all too soon, the year drew to a close, reminding us, yes, yet again of that Holy Child born into the midst of a whole lot of chaos, crowds, strife and stress, so many centuries ago, leaving us with the hope of a Life that enables us to rise above it all.
The Christmas and New Year festivities are indeed a wonderful nudge to us all of the life of love and hope we have, with family and friends that surround us – even in the midst of the pressures of life.