This is New Year's Eve, and all through the house, only one creature is stirring--That would be me. In all of the New Year's Eve evenings of the past, I remembered vividly one when my sister was sleeping because she had to work on New Year's Day. My nephew and I watched for the New York City famous ball of lights to come down with Dick Clark hosting that television show special. It was supposed to be a quiet evening while my mother was preparing for sleep until she called me from the bathroom. Then things started rolling downhill. We ended up spending New Year's Day in the hospital. I remembered the weather was freezing rain that night. My nephew had to drive us there, his first time doing it at night. That was more than fifteen years ago. How time flew by so fast! They missed the pandemic.
December's numerous snowfalls have kept our city covered with a blanket of white wintery wonderland. Despite the seasonal and dreamy marshmallowy world outside, stress has finally come into our home, unlike the past years. My nephew is experiencing anxieties, and I don't blame him because of his burdening situation. I wish I could help him out more; however, this year, I had gotten my share of the anxieties--and then some! This anxiety-and-sleepless-nights experience is not what I want at all. It is an unfortunate activity that burdened even the best of us. Although I prayed, I can see he is doing his best to get through it day-by-day. I just hope God will spare me from such a circumstance. I am thankful to God that there is Jesus. Whatever our troubles, only Jesus is the answer. I also prayed that my nephew will take notice and pursue this opportunity to accept Him into his heart. Then, he can lean on God and His Word without the daily fret.
This virus vaccine has become known recently, which is why the number of cases and anxieties are rising astoundingly. Record highs in most provinces and states are posted by the TV journals, the newspapers, and the internet. This pandemic--(or should I say, this Great Tribulation)--has run its course. Praise God who knows everything! Those who have been listening and heeding to His Word are blessed. Festive holiday decorations may be hung sparsely across the city, even on our front door. Still, I'm afraid many are experiencing nightmarish Christmas rather than their usual jingle.
Diana s.f. ng
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