So I've spent a lot of time on this blog in the last year upset, a cathartic release valve into the openness of the internet, for better or worse, vaguely throwing my tantrums for some relief.
The written word has always helped me feel a little more "together" when I can take 5 minutes to sit down, and funnel myself, my all over the place emotional self into little black shapes on the screen.
It's helpful, to compose myself in composing (see what I did there) and I know I need to do it more. And I have been, sort of, if not here, on scraps of paper, in notebooks, in sand, in frosting, just bit by bit finding the closure I need to finish of 2011.
In a lot of ways 2011 has sucked. Mark has been injured and sick. I've been sick and hospitalised twice. We've had job change, home change, family change, hope deferred, doors closed. Tears of pain and grief.
In a LOT of ways 2011 has been awesome. Fantastic time spent with family and friends, travel, love, hope renewed, health regained. Tears of life and laughter and joy.
We move forward, and God holds us together, and we keep going. We keep going because at Christmas we celebrate God with us, God with skin in, God here in our day to day, Emmanuel.
Merry Christmas
