I missed you on New Year’s Day. I sent a profound prayer of gratitude westward for you, as well as a wish that hope shows her face in unexpected places for all of us in the months to come. I had a wonderful worship experience on Sunday – in the woods. No, your pastor was not in a church building, but meditating with each step, tromping through holy leaves, rocks, bare trees, and remaining ice and snow in the Middlesex Fells north of Boston. God was surely present in that place, as well as around the love-filled tables of my sons and daughters-in-law. My, how God refreshes us!
Deep peace and the icy refreshment of God to you in this new year –
Pastor Carol
