Another world.

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” -C. S. Lewis

Another December is here. As I write, two golden retrievers are wrestling over a pink squeaky ball in my living room. We have lights displayed on our porch in the design my youngest requested, scalloped and only one strand. Dishes are piled in both sides of the sink and the spot most likely to host our tree, if we put it up, is covered in various items I’ve yet to find a place for. Beside me in the recliner is my third cup of coffee today. The new medicine I’m taking is tweaking my brain chemicals a bit and Christmas seems a little less daunting consequently, but only a little. Vince Guaraldi brings me comfort and C. S. Lewis reminds me that the cravings and yearnings in my heart are not because I’m selfish or ungrateful, but because I’m human and a child of God.