It's January second today, and as I write this I hear Eloise playing downstairs and a spoon hitting the side of a mug as my wonderful hubby makes me more tea.
I am sick - I somehow avoided all the bugs and virus' hanging around since the beginning of the season only to fall prey to a common winter cold.
Eloise has been sick with this cold for a few days now, and while she's on the mend, all the cuddling and loving we've done together was the perfect opportunity for me to catch it from her.
I have spent all day in bed; I cannot remember the last time I was able to do this and while the break is lovely, it certainly makes me a little antsy as well. However it's given me lots of time to think; to think about this past year, the peaks and valleys, the blessings and the struggles and about what the coming year might hold.
When it comes to a New Year I am ever the optimist, certain that this year will be better than the last.
This has been a real growing year for me, in so many ways.
I can see a difference from the person I was a year ago, to the person I am now.
Life experience has a way of doing that, and I think that I am, perhaps, just a bit better than I was.
God set a path for me to take this past year, and though I was blind to the lessons while I was walking it, I can look back with better clarity and say: "Yes, I can see that now."
I feel that I've really learned to pray, and to really, sincerely, trust in Him when I do not know the answer, or my next step to take.
I've had to fall to my knees many times, praying that I continue to do His will and for guidance and strength when I feel confused or upset.
And every day I am reminded of the many, many blessings in my life.
A whole new year stretches before me, full of unknowns, but I am not worried, my path has been set, all I must do is walk it.