December is whispering to me. This year is ending and a new beginning is just around the corner. It is a mystery like the edge of the ocean spread out in front of my chair as I sit on the sand and look out at the waves. It is cold and I don’t mind. I have a blanket and my journal. My sweater is comfortable.
Some things I want to end in the new year such as lingering and annoying worries; the wrong hairdresser; purses with crumbling interiors and torn leather; envelopes I have saved on which to write all my important lists that end up crumpled in the bottom of my handbag. The bottom of my handbags have always been a mystery to me. I am positive there is a cavern mysteriously hiding exactly what I am searching for.
Yes—I am a lover of mysteries. The new year is the big mystery. Who knows but God what is in store for us all. Good things, strange things, happy days and maybe sad ones. Birthdays with cake and ice cream. Unexpected repair bills. Unexpected gifts from someone loved. All mysteries waiting to happen.
I love mysteries. Who-done-its draw me in like a cowboy roping a steer. I am curious by nature and some may say nosey—so be it. I guess I am the curious cat but hoping to not get snuffed out.
I fear I am rambling this cold winter month. Christmas is coming. Santa is gearing up for the big fly-in. The reindeer are getting extra oats and Mrs. Claus is freshening up the jolly old suit and perhaps shining Papa Christmas’ boots as well. She loves the old man who only works one day a year.
I plan to turn that calendar page on December 31st with a smile on my lips, hope in my heart and faith in my soul. Be kind in this month of the Savior’s birth. Encourage someone. Give an unexpected hug. Smile at a stranger. Take care of yourselves, my friends.
