Christmas can evoke a lot of wonderful memories filled with wonder and delight. But it can also carry a sense of loss...or more accurately, maybe, a sense of what could be but isn't yet.
There is nothing coercive about this kind of love. Nothing about it screams, “accept me or else!”
Maybe, rather than waiting to hear what God is calling us to, we should do what excites us most and allow God to bless it.
I think part of the problem is that I sort of lost focus. I had begun to drift into what can be a dangerous area for writers. I had started to think I needed to write about things people wanted to read.
Beyond just the loss of Williams and his creative force, I also find myself mourning the inescapable reality that so much of what brings us joy and life is borne out of such deep and destructive pain.