The journey is about to begin again.
Granted, times are different;
masks, precautions, restrictions
will be unavoidable and part of the mix.
But the journey is the same.
We move quietly, wondrously,
following a distant star
to behold a child.
The child. The King of Kings.
There have always been distractions.
Always will be.
Fear not. Be calm. Be still.
The journey is the same.
O Come, Let us Adore Him.
From the Front Porch 