Christmas Letter 2025
If starting a letter with “While sitting in our camper” doesn’t scream, “We are empty nesters in our 50’s” I am not sure what else does. Well, I take that back. I can think of a couple. 1. I know where my charging cords are. AT ALL TIMES. 2. I have never been so confused by the quantity of protein intake needed to survive the rest of my life – oh, and one more…. I miss the kids in our home. So…..while sitting in our camper, I was thinking about that line from “O Little Town of Bethlehem” {lyrics “hit different” in every season of my life!}—“The hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight.” I mean… yes! Right? The contrast of “hopes and fears” – the spectrum of emotion from end to end—could probably describe any year I’ve lived but 2025 embodied them both pretty well so when I read this line the other day, it tucked in close to my heart. The one comfort in the lyric is “Thee”. Him. Messiah. ...
