I'm home making potato soup for all my sick boys tonight. Joe fell victim to it first. A nasty cold/flu bug. He's been battling it since before Christmas. Then Fred (his dad) took it Thursday, and now Kurt today. Bless them…
I think they'll all be down with their meds and hot teas by 10PM at which time I'm planning on crawling into bed and continue writing toward "The End" on another first draft, then watch a Friday Night Lights (if I'm still conscious), and finally, read Psalm 139 before closing my eyes and calling it a year.
I pray that 2012 is a fabulous year for you. That God will guide your steps (and that you'll listen to him as he does, same for me), that he'll guard your families, keep you safe and healthy. But more than anything, I pray you'll be centered in the middle of his will for you, no matter what that is. Because there's no better place to be.
So grateful we're sharing this blink of eternity before "the best that's yet to come."