Once upon a time, around this time of year, we sat in the SeaTac airport sipping coffee and listening to Christmas carols played on a grand piano while we waited for our flight to take us to the happiest place on earth—grand baby land.

Then we retired and returned to Canada and, around this time of year, journeyed north to visit family and brought our granddaughter back with us for some festive fun.

Now we hunker down at home along with the rest of the weary world.

Joy looks a little different, and sometimes we look harder to find it, but it’s there in both unexpected and familiar places.

Light is coming. Meanwhile, we rest.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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