My heart says of you, “Seek his face!” Your face, Lord, I will seek. Psalm 27:8
On Christmas Eve, I find myself reflecting quietly. The house is still, filled by absence and memory. I remember my late wife, whose presence is no longer physical but remains deeply part of my life. I think of my son, thousands of kilometres away in Adelaide, Australia. I miss him more than words allow, even as I thank God for the man he is becoming. Ben, my dog, rests beside me, offering comfort through simple companionship.
I am not inspired to write tonight. I am not healthy, and my strength is limited. Blogging feels difficult, almost unnecessary. Yet here I am, because faith does not depend on inspiration. It depends on trust.
I have never placed much significance on the turning of the year. Calendars change, but grief, love, and faith move at their own pace. What I seek is not a fresh start, but God Himself. I look to my Father in heaven for guidance, healing, and direction. I trust His plan, even when it unfolds quietly.
This is my prayer.
Father,
Thank You for being near in loss and weakness. Watch over my son, comfort my heart, and guide my steps. I seek Your face and place my hope in You alone. I pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.
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