There are many in a lonely place and not a warm hand to hold or a pat on the back? We that have it all and reach out and touch seem to have more and again reach out and touch.
It’s snowing at my home, again. So beautiful as the purity of white fall gently on my trees while I watch from my upstairs window and wonder, where are my little birds? The quiet of the morn on a snowy morn awaken senses one never knew they had. Love pursues and fears disappear like lighting in the sky. Family and friends are joy when hands unite and become a branch that holds the gently, yet heavy at times, blanket of beauty, that stretch beyond the eye. Magical it is because the miracle of love has been born! Peace and love to your day, One and All! A very Merry Christmas
PS A favorite scripture of mine; ”