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Joy to the World |
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Dear all,
For obvious reasons, I do confess to having a hard time singing the words, "Joy to the World," this Christmas.
But there is joy to be had.
My baby boy Karl came home on Friday, surprising the doctors with his alertness and contentment--surprising us with the same. We shall be seeing new things, I believe.
My baby girl shines as brightly as the stars in the Christmas night, and makes me laugh when she rounds a corner with a Cool-Whip container on her head exclaiming, "hat, hat!"
My parents are well, and with me.
My husband is missed, but gave me Karl and Else, and is with Jesus.
I am called to teach, and called to teach at an institution which models Christian grace.
I am surrounded by people, including those on this list, who will love me, love my whole family, through this trial.
And Jesus, who came once, will come again.
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness will not overcome it.
God is good.
Anna
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