It’s quiet here. Maybe it is where you are too.
The Christmas tree stills stands in the corner, but no one rushes to turn on the twinkling white lights anymore. Its trunk, once adorned with gifts, is bare.
With the hustle of Christmas coming to a close, our homes grow still. Often our souls do too as if to take a deep breath. And in the silence, we ask questions.
What’s next? It’s a question I’ve asked a hundred times this year and one that I’ll ask each day leading up to New Year’s.