Year 2020 Dec. 22, 2020
Oh, my it’s Christmas – maybe, not
really sure
Nancy was a great parent and is being an awesome grandparent. James has learned I am a soft touch. He hasn’t suffered any injuries on my watch, trust will be slowly built with his parents. James will be 18 months on the 27th. We are well. We pray for people suffering and struggling. We pray for our church. We pray for our nation.
I will continue to annoy with my torturous use of words. I suppose no one will stop me. You must realize I was a Smithshire Hillbilly; English is actually my second language. This year I wrote my occasional essays, a Civil War themed short story “Vicksburg Visitation”, and this string of words in poetic assortment.
In closing I wish I could heal the wounds, fix the broken, but I will pray.
I will try to be caring in people’s presence and not still wrapped in self-reflection.
I will try to live in joy, the spirit of Christmas. Steve Davis --