The first day of 2023 was capped by clear blue skies and bursting with sunshine here in our little pocket of the Bay Area. And although the Sunday'ness made it feel different than most New Year's days of the past, the contrast between today's beams of sunlight and yesterday's torrential downpours made it feel like the days were truly part of two very different volumes of time. It genuinely felt like we were starting something brand new and fresh and wonderful as the day dawned.
For our part, it was a normal Sunday, with church in the morning and a visit to Logan's grave and lunch and a walk around the 'hood with my hunny and the Niners game on TV. (And scrapbooking for Abby, who has less than no interest in football. Or any sport.)
And a little later, there was the Ravens game and dinner at the kitchen table, which spurred this bizarre sight. I have no idea what they were doing, but it was a very "them" thing to do, so I wanted to remember it in all of its them'ness.
So today, I'm thankful for them and for us and for their them'ness and for our us'ness. And for the sunshine and the very salient reminder that although storms may rage in our lives, the sun will eventually come out again. Especially if we know the Son.
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