Fine | Day 14

My windows are smudged and the wreath on my back door keeps threatening to come loose every time I walk in the house with a bag of groceries. These little irritations keep me in check and remind me life goes on, and just because it's Christmas doesn't mean everything or everyone is "Fine. Just fine, thanks."

Grief and loss and lonely and fearful don't go on vacation just because it's Christmas; and it is Christmas because these hard things hang crooked on the door and snag our sleeves when we slip by. Even in the rush to get the dinner started and the groceries put away, the nagging in our hearts says we'd just like a clear view and an easy entrance through the door.

{Linking with Jennifer. Have you met her yet?}